Chiseled in gray granite over the entrance of the New York City Post Office on 8th Avenue are the words “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” It’s the hallmark of all postal services. It highlights their pledge to uphold dedication in their every effort. That no matter the conditions, they’ll show up.

So maybe this is the silliest analogy ever, but sometimes words fail me when I try to describe the support system that my family is to me. But this I know, they show up for me. Always. No matter the conditions, I know I can count on their support. I know that they will be there when I need advice or encouragement, a listening ear, or even just their presence. Even in the gloom of night, they carry on, and I know that nothing will keep them from it. They’re my postal service.

Without them, I would have quit this crazy dream a long long time ago and it’s because of them that ANY of this dream is a reality. My postal service, my cheerleaders, my Brady Bunch, my family… I love them each so dearly. I am so blessed.