We moved into our house almost two years ago, and we inherited this sad, sad little mailbox when we did. The red flag was broken and the numbers were barely hanging on. And the mailbox was connected to the wood post with one little screw so it would flip sideways when the wind was blowing real hard. About 6 months after we moved into our home, our sweet little neighbor girl down the street, Ana, asked me, “Are you gonna get a new mailbox?” I had to laugh. Even a child knew it was time for a…