So, I just had to add this in. I was printing photos in the dining room a few minutes ago and all the sudden I hear the most sad boy in the world banging on the storm door. I had seen our mailman Mr. Dave . . . who happens to be a good friend of ours from church . . . pull up and drop off the mail and apparently Josiah had seen him, too. He kept pointing at the mail box and crying harder and harder . . . I can only guess that he was upset he couldn't go out and say hi to Mr. Dave.
Now that's friendship!