Before I go any further, let me tell you something about my personality. I put a great deal of value on a person's name. If I say "Hello" to someone, I like to be able to address them by name. It's more personal and more inviting. When someone new starts taking the same class as me at the gym, I'm the first one to ask her name. Whether it be the top executive or the janitors, at work or a social location, I try to learn their names. It's something I've always done and I think it makes people feel important. And it makes me smile to know that they care enough to address me by name, too.
I've known my mail lady's name since we moved here. Each time we relocated, I would wait by the mailbox on one of the first days so that I could introduce myself. But it wasn't until I started getting stuff several times a week that I realized I didn't know the name of the UPS driver yet, the Fedex driver or the DHL driver.
But the other day, UPS showed up with a package I've been anxiously awaiting. The truck pulled up outside and DH jokingly yelled "Honey, your boyfriend is here." Followed immediately by both my girls yelling "Mom, your boyfriend is here!"
Yes, he brings me stuff. Yes, I look forward to his arrival. But good grief, he ISN'T my boyfriend. I don't even know his name!
Thank goodness for 15 wonderful years of marriage and a husband that can joke about the UPS guy being my boyfriend.