Monday, April 25, 2011

The Box


Today the mail man was the most handsome man in the world.  Excluding Jeffrey, of course.

I looked like dirt.  I had been cleaning, had not yet showered, and was sitting down for a breather.  Just for a moment, before tackling the holiday mess in the kitchen.

I saw the little white jeep pull up to my mail box and take the bills to be paid out and put them in his truck.  I watched out of boredom as he reached around behind him to find the mail for my mailbox, and he turned around with a box.

My heart quickened.  

I had ordered some books from Amazon, and they must be here.

Then he went around to the back of the truck, opened the big door, and took out a huge box.

I had not ordered anything that would come in a huge box.

I saw him glance at the house, so I jumped up and ran to the kitchen.  You know, so it would look like I was working and not gawking or drooling at the front window.

He rang the door, and I rushed to it, trying to flatten down the bed head before I opened it.  He handed me the two boxes with a wide smile, and I melted.  What a great job he must have.  Delivering joy to houses one box at a time.  Sigh.

I took the boxes, ripped them opened, and twirled around the living room.  

The mail man saw me.  I know he did.  I saw him drive away laughing.

But I don't care.

The contents of the boxes and I immediately became friends.

The nursery rhyme book is the very one I had as a child.  I love it.  I am so excited to be able to share it with my children.

The Little Big Book for Mothers is full of activities, stories, poems, and recipes.

The rugs, well, now they are not for us.  They are Gary's.  We just get to store them for him until he gets home next month.

But it was still giddiness in a box to open it up and see that beautiful Persian rug.  Wow.  I am in awe of the softness and the beauty.  And now I am very jealous and want one. 

One day.

And it will come in a box, too.  

And then the giddiness will happen all over again.
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