Today I received a message from my friend, Rabbitrescuer. She is my friend whose son was badly burned this summer, and she’s spent the last three months at a Shriner’s Hospital while he recovers. We’ve become good friends during this time.
She’s such a sweet gal. Her message was, in affect, a teaser. She said that she’s sending me a package and to be on the lookout for it.
Hmmm…I know she went to a fabulous yarn store on Friday.
So I called her as soon as I got off of work. We typically chat during this time each weekday. I told her that I had received her message. I could almost hear her smiling over the phone. She can’t keep surprises, you see, and I knew she was trying desperately not to tell me what is in said package.
“Well, it’s bigger than a packing envelope,” she said.
“The box is almost the size of the one you sent me, only taller,” she continued.
I smiled (not that she could see that).
I love surprises.
If you see a mailman being attacked by a 5’3″ woman bearing knitting needles, just smile and drive on by. He won’t be the first to have been lovingly attacked by an anxious knitter awaiting knitting goodies.