I love getting the mail - it's like anticipating a little surprise every single day.
Many days, of course, it's nothing but HEB flyers and coupons for Pizza Hut, but on occasion something lovely shows up and it keeps me anxious to keep checking the mail (wasn't there a study about pigeons and random reward allotment?).
On Sunday, I went to get my Saturday mail and there were TWO delightful things there:
RA, of Definitely RA, had sent a card addressed to "Janssen, MS (Great Librarian Overlord)." How can you not love a card that says that? I now need to get bookplates or something that has that title on it. The card included a recipe for Sour Cream Cookies. She said she sent the recipe instead of actual cookies in deference to our two desserts a week limit, which I thought was very thoughtful. Oh, I just love the Internet.
And then, a small package from Bart's dad. When he'd been here for graduation, he'd noticed the five green-spined books up on my mantle, all by Louisa May Alcott.
My mom told him about stopping at a used bookstore on her way to the grocery store one day when I was young and finding two of them and then searching the rest of the store until she found the entire set (six books) and buying them all with about half of the week's grocery money.
Sadly, I had lost one of the books at, I believe violin camp, years ago, and the set had been incomplete ever since.
Unbenownst to me, Bart's dad did some research to figure out which title I was missing (we'd thought it was Rose in Bloom), emailed Bart to double-check, and then found an identical copy. If that isn't the nicest gift you've ever heard of, well, I probably won't believe you.
And as if completing the long-incomplete set wasn't enough, he sent me a guidebook to all the Laura Ingalls Wilder sites as they just went to visit a few of the sites in the midwest. My family are huge Wilder fans (in fact, my original hardback library editions of the entire series(purchased from our Wisconsin library for 25 cents each when I was six) sits on the otherside of the mantle from my Louisa May Alcott books), and I plan on seeing all of the sites sometime during my lifetime.
I'd planned on waiting to reread the books until my children are old enough to listen, but I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. I just love those books so very very much.
It's really the days like this that will have me checking the mail with great excitement for weeks to come.