The box came yesterday!
You know, the one I tell you about every April when it arrives a few days before my birthday; the one from my daughter that always has an assortment of the most interesting things inside – the one I can hardly wait to open – and sometimes don’t.
My daughter complains if I open it early. But it's hard! Birthdays only come once a year!
This year, the box is square.
“Couldn’t be clothes in that box,” said Mr. H.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said. “Remember, Toney travels a lot; she has that packing down-pat. I can just imagine her rolling up an article of clothing and making it fit in a box that size just to fool me.”
Mr. H. smiled and shook his head in agreement.
Two days early, it was. And I still have one to go. Now what?
I can’t look at that square box for another 24 hours, wondering what’s in it and not open it.
Maybe if I put it out of sight and stay too busy to think about it. I managed it last year. Will I be able to do it again?