The Post Office

I'm going to tell you a story about the post office. It all started when I was about 6 or so. My beautiful mother took me to the post office so she could pick up her mail. While there I went in to talk to the office management. Very shyly I walked up to the big counter and asked the man to give me a stamp on my hand that said...


I was so excited about it that I ran up to my mother and told her to take a look.
18 years later I walk into that same post office to pick up my mail. As I'm walking out the door I see a small girl run up to her mom and say They gave me a stamp mom look! Oh you wouldn't even know how big my smile was. Good old Emery County doesn't change and in this one aspect...I absolutely LOVE it!