It was Valentine’s Day. Like any other day, all kids (and adults too) love to get a card in the mail. I checked the mail and found there were four cards, two addressed to my daughters, one addressed to my family, and another addressed to someone I did not know. The post office had inadvertently sent the card to the wrong address. The numbers matched, but the street was 13 miles away. I was pressed for time so I quickly checked the phone book for the telephone number of the person addressed on the envelope. No listing. I was going to call them and have them pick the card up because mail doesn’t run on Sunday and Monday is President’s Day, a holiday. It was obvious from the decorated envelope that a lot of love went into picking out that card. The return address said Illinois and we live in Virginia. My daughters and I thought it was possibly from a favorite aunt or a loving grandmother. Quickly, I did a reverse address lookup on the internet and found the house but still no phone number. The information gave the parents names and three children, one of which was Julia (the child the card was addressed to). I printed out directions to their house.  It was out of our way, but we knew what we had to do. All I could imagine was a child’s disappointment because her card didn’t arrive like she had hoped. Off we went, me and my ten-year-old daughter Rachel who secretly revealed she hoped to befriend “Julia.” We turned into the neighborhood and our eyes grew wide at how beautiful the houses were. We parked in front of their house and rang the doorbell. A man answered the door with a little girl Rachel’s age; most likely Julia. I explained that we had mistakenly been given Julia’s mail and we had driven across town to make sure she got her Valentine’s Day card. The man said thank you, took the card from my hand, said Happy Valentine’s Day, and slammed the door. We were disappointed that he didn’t at least introduce himself. We did the right thing though. I’d do it all over again because it was the right thing to do. And, it was one of those “teaching moments” when your children are watching and you know you have a great opportunity to show them how to do the right thing.