<we interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to share an important encounter with a very special box>

Last night the UPS guy came. It was late. Well after dark.  It was after we had dinner. He rang the doorbell and pounded on the door and all the kids bolted up from the homework they were in the middle of working on to see who was at the door.

It was a plain cardboard box, addressed to me. We all assumed it was something related to my job. Everybody moaned “oh man” and sulked away to get back to homework. I took the box into my office and plopped it on my desk to deal with it the morning. Then I went back to helping the kids with the homework.

Well, this morning, I sit down at my desk to start my day. I open up the box and guess what I find inside!

!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I know! That’s exactly what I said.)

I can’t actually think of a better way to start the day!

Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

I feel very well loved!

(and lucky)

(and appreciated)

:-)

</that’s it. move along now. nothing more to see here.>

</no, I’m not going to share. suffice it to say that when I look at it I’m reminded of how much I’m loved by some very special people. and it makes me feel so warm and happy inside.>

:-)