I came home the other night and saw a package on the table. My heart sped up a bit. I adore getting things in the mail, well not counting junk and bills. I guess all the testosterone hasn't completely overwhelmed my girly, romantic side. There's something about a package or a letter that makes my heart pitter-patter.
I kept my emotions in check at first. After all there's nothing terribly exciting about a toothpaste sample. And, there's always the possibility that one of my bills has become so enormous that it would take a box to contain it.
But, OH JOY! It was a package and it was for me. S'mee you made my day. And everyday since. when I view the fun homemade contents, artfully arranged on my dresser by #2 son who shares a bit of my romantic nature.