The doorbell rings, the familiar double-ring we’ve been hearing a lot lately, right around lunchtime. They squeal and giggle and dance and run to the door. This time, instead of packages waiting on the doorstep, our postman is waiting, packages in hand with our mail and packages, ready to hand them over. The last two days he rang the bell twice, then left the packages on the steps. Both times Elliot ran out in his socks to greet him at the curb (we’re on a motor route) and get our mail. Today, the postman thought he’d save me some laundry. THAT was really kind!
Today our package was from my brother and his fiancee. Can I gush for a moment on how much I adore her? Not only is she incredibly sweet to my brother, but she’s wonderful to my children. She encourages us to visit, opening their home to us and not even batting an eye at the chaos that follows. She is so patient with them, and actually has games and activities waiting for them! In my experience, people in their 30s who don’t have children, don’t usually act like that! So yeah, she’s pretty great.
I had the camera handy, so I slowed them down, got the scissors, and let them open the package having no idea what we’d find inside. The kids were giddy!
Thanks Uncle Joe and Sarah for thinking of us! We’re waiting patiently until Christmas to open them!