Brown Paper Packages

One of my favorite songs to sing to the kids is "my favorite things" from The Sound of Music. I attack them with dog bites and bee stings at the appropriate time and they love it. Yesterday I opened the front door and there was a brown paper package tied up with string. John sat grinning on the couch as I picked it up.

I had had a rough morning with the kids and was feeling a little down when John left to go to the store. I was sure while he was gone he was going to bring me home a little something. Nothing big, a magazine, a candy bar, something to brighten my day. Well when he didn't, my feeling were hurt, I pouted, I felt sorry for myself. Yes I know how pathetic this sounds, anyway little did I know that John HAD gotten me a little something but was keeping it a secret. So later on when I opened the door, and found this brown paper package I felt a mixture of shame and joy. Shame for doubting that John was thinking of me, present or not, and joy because he HAD thought of me, not only thought of me, but remembered one of my favorite songs which made the gift even more special.

Inside the box was this beautiful skirt with wonderful little gold swirls and teeny tiny little charms that jingle just a little bit when I walk. I love you John, thanks for encouraging me and loving me.