|The Best-est Surprise|
I was surprised when I opened the door and found a parcel sitting on top of all the bills, advertising, junk mail etc. I thought maybe my husband had ordered a part for his saw or a coin set; maybe even a Christmas present for me that I wasn't supposed to see. ( tee hee...I could leave it here and let him collect it later....play the innocent)......
Nope. It was addressed to me. To my familiar name. Trish Stover. Not Mrs. Patricia Stover. I couldn't remember ordering anything that I hadn't already received, and when I turned it over, I thought the return address looked a bit familiar, but surely, it couldn't be from Robin.....whom I have never met except on Facebook, where we are friends.
I abandoned my plans for a walk. Strangely, I was feeling much better already. I rushed home and tore into that package like a kid at Christmas. It was the best-est surprise. Suddenly the sun was shining, and the glums had dissipated.
Robin had sent me one of her beautiful little primitive Christmas ornies. How lucky am I?