On my way home this evening I drove past the mailboxes at the end of the culdesac and noticed the key fob dangling from the package bin. I smiled and thought to myself that somebody got a package today, and what a delight it is to come home after a long and hard day to a package in the mailbox. There’s something magical about the sensation that passes through me when good mail in the form of a letter or a package arrives. I was even a bit pleased with myself for noticing the key and thinking benevolent thoughts.
I entered the house and put my keys on their hook. I like my supersized bling bling pink solitaire key ring. It was a Christmas gift from Mr. Gadget. Very me. He did well. Blackbird has asked to see keys today. Mine are a jumble, but I do like the electronic fob remote thingie that opens up the car doors.
I made my way to the office, and discovered that Mr. Gadget had already collected the mail. And guess what The package was for me! Me! From across the sea! The sea! From my dear friend Suse. How special. Such a delight! I was delighted to begin with, before I knew the package recipient was me. Me! Imagine how much more delighted I am. Giddy, in fact.
I opened the box, imagining the treasures that were moments from my grasp. I suspected there might be…
… something like … …this, in the box…
Ooh! Lucky me! Delicious soap, a lovingly knitted flannel/washcloth, some delightful photo frames that I shall soon fill with pictures of Mr. Snazzy Pants, and an adorable card depicting a frolicking child. Such a nice gift. Thank you so very much, my dear friend.
