Hearing the mailman pull away from our mailbox is a sound I look forward to hearing every day. It's always fun seeing what came.
Yesterday was no different as I sorted through the stack of mail. A few letters and of-course a bill and then I saw the envelope we had been waiting to receive ever since Buddy arrived. The one bringing his birth certificate.
I opened it and then stared at it in consternation. They got his name wrong! They spelled both his first and his middle name correctly but instead of Kinsinger they have an entirely different last name no where near ours or my maiden name.
So now we get to have the fun of trying to figure out how to correct their stupid mistake and in the meantime I get to love and care for our son who doesn't even share our last name.