Yesterday, my mom called me and told me One of My Many Cuzzins‘ sent me and my family a package.

I was like:  “MEEE??? “A package?” “WHAT?” “Huuu?” 

 “WHY?”

My mom laughed and said, “I don’t know. . . After school come over and see what it is.”

“Oh! We will!”  I said.

After completing science, English, and math I thought we should skip the rest and call it a day. After all, I had important things to do like study for the 8th grade Confirmation class I was teaching at six that night.

AND 


Most Importantly, 

I had a very important business matter to handle at my mother’s house. . . like opening a package that was waiting. . . for ME! and my family. 


I should tell you I was confused, a little perplexed and very excited. . . But, I won’t tell you that at all. You may think I have never gotten a surprise package before in my life. Unless, I sent a package to myself and then it just wouldn’t be a surprise. . . of course, unless I forgot. 



That could happen.

To our great delight I find a card, finger nail polish and goodies inside the very large envelope. 

Okay, there were also Starbursts.  I gave those to out to my confirmation students last night as rewards for: class participation, reading volunteers, good behavior and just plain being there with a good attitude. I figured after being in school all day we all may need a little surprise. The bribe thought out plan worked perfectly. 


The card inside the package said my cuzzin wanted to let me know she felt my pain for the run of bad luck we had in August and I thought. . . Run of Bad Luck???  

Oh! the cars, the fall, the cut, the illnesses, the kids. . . Oh! Yeah! THAT!. 

“WOW!”

“How very nice of her.” “How very thoughtful.” “How kind.” “Gee, It is one thing to think of sending nice things like cards, nail polish and candy but THEN to actuality send them. . .  That is really something special.” ~ my mom agreed. 

And then, we both decided two things: 

1.) Complaining and whining pays off.

2.) We both want to be thoughtful, kind and follow through like Regina when we grow up. 

It could happen. 

Well! It could! 
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12 thoughts on “It Could Happen

  1. THAT WAS SORTTA LIKE AN UNEXPECTED PHONE CALL I RECEIVED CONCERNING SOME SERIOUS MEDICAL TESTS.WHEN I GOT RESULTS I CALLED HER AND THANKED HER FOR CONCERN AS WELL AS TELLING HER THE SOMEWHAT BETTER THAN EXPECTED USES.My whole perspective of her became more favorable, even though it was not unfavorable in the beginning…just different.

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  2. Funny. I didn't see a UPS truck drop anything off at our Mother's house next door. Wait?! You Got M & M's?? I think those where meant for me. Love, "M" (aka Marg, Opie's Mom, Auntie M, your sister, M)

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  3. I'm glad you enjoyed your little surprise. Geez, had I known you'd post a photo on your blog, I'd have sent something really good, like Godivas or lobstahs!! To be honest, the first time I ever received a surprise in the mail was last year when my beautiful Southern Belle Cousin Margaret sent chocolate kisses to my door. (I think you know her too!) The treat was yummy, but the surprise and her thoughtfulness just warmed my heart. The day I read your "August Month in Review", I saw between the lines and thought you were feeling like the world was weighing you down. I thought, if you're gonna be weighed down it should be with something good, like M&M's! I don't have your address so sent it via Graceland while keeping my fingers crossed that she wouldn't smell the candy…because we all know about the secret stash she hoards!!! Is my darling Kathryn out of her walking boot yet? That polish is for her little piggies.Be happy everyone!~Regina

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