It arrived unexpectedly by mail on a Thursday in July. There was no return address, the mailing label was typed (of course), and the postmark blurred so the origin was a mystery. No clues. Nothing to help me determine what it was or who sent it.
One thing for sure, I had not recently ordered anything. Current funds were short due to a lingering illness and work hours were just not what they needed to be for me to feel financially secure. No one I knew said anything about sending me a package...so, what was in that box.
That box sat on the kitchen counter for a couple of days. I would touch it when I walked by wondering what was inside. Something told me --- DO NOT OPEN --- at least not yet.
This drive by, touch, recoil continued well into the Fall. Finally, I told myself it had to be done. Just open the damned thing and get it over with.
The night of my birthday in September, after a wonderful meal cooked by my then significant other, a glass or two of my favorite wine, and it was TIME. Scissors in hand, I scored the packing tape. Pulling back on the box flaps, I found some serious packing materials inside. Removing layer after layer of bubble wrap, I reached the center ... there it was ... a small almost tiny
box ... beautifully gift wraped. Attached to the box was a note ... "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS"! it said.
Again ... the waiting begins ... the mystery continues ... no name, no signature ... the card was typed!
Behind my back, Dale had a twinkle in his eyes as he covered a smile with a sip of wine!
One thing for sure, I had not recently ordered anything. Current funds were short due to a lingering illness and work hours were just not what they needed to be for me to feel financially secure. No one I knew said anything about sending me a package...so, what was in that box.
That box sat on the kitchen counter for a couple of days. I would touch it when I walked by wondering what was inside. Something told me --- DO NOT OPEN --- at least not yet.
This drive by, touch, recoil continued well into the Fall. Finally, I told myself it had to be done. Just open the damned thing and get it over with.
The night of my birthday in September, after a wonderful meal cooked by my then significant other, a glass or two of my favorite wine, and it was TIME. Scissors in hand, I scored the packing tape. Pulling back on the box flaps, I found some serious packing materials inside. Removing layer after layer of bubble wrap, I reached the center ... there it was ... a small almost tiny
box ... beautifully gift wraped. Attached to the box was a note ... "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS"! it said.
Again ... the waiting begins ... the mystery continues ... no name, no signature ... the card was typed!
Behind my back, Dale had a twinkle in his eyes as he covered a smile with a sip of wine!
Always, I wish you peace, joy, and happines, but most of all I wish you LOVE. Enjoy the little mysteries in life
As Ever, Annie
