The Secret Postperson

I received more surprise mail this weekend. This time it was slipped under my office door after church. It's from Elizabeth, though I have no idea which child in our large church this might be. But, Elizabeth carefully labored over this beautiful pink construction paper masterpeice that reads:


(open card) for being a good minister
Love, Elizabeth
Do you like Pink?

It warmed my heart to get this wonderful note after worship yesterday.

But, there is a streak of vanity that plagues me. Yes, MoreCows. Me too. Bless her heart. Elizabeth drew a picture of me on the front of the card. It's a portrait just of my face -- and I'm a BRUNETTE!!!! I'm having a really hard time with the fact that my once tow-head self has become an older, mature brunette. It happened to my mother. I knew the day would come. But, must I be a brunette? It makes me want to run to the drugstore for bleach. But, then, I'm sure Elizabeth would really love her green haired minister. Sigh.


more cows than people said...

i've never particularly identified as blonde, but then again, i'm not a brunette. i did start highlighting my hair after moving here though and it's a major improvement. i HIGHLY recommend it if you have sort of in between hair like me.

love, love, love the surprise cards and treats from kids. glad you got one! and i'm sure you're a beautiful brunette!

Songbird said...

Heehee, I want to see you with green hair...

LadyBurg said...

I got a similar picture once - it was in pen - one foot was much bigger than the other (as in gigantic) and my head was not attached to my body. It could be worse. :)

pretty toe-head hair does turn a nice color green in the pool, huh! My brother was always a green head by the end of the summer.