Yesterday, when I came home from work, there was a package on my porch from my friend Kate.
Kate gives the best, best, best, BEST presents ever. She is an amazing woman and an amazing gift giver and oh my sweet Lord, she makes me laugh SO HARD.
When Kate gives you a gift, she puts her whole heart and soul into it. She's extraordinarily creative and witty and bright and she just GETS me (which is why I have a magnet on my refrigerator that says, "Eat your raisins. They make your ass stink less.") She really, honestly cares about the person who receives the gift and she really, really wants you to like it. Which I always do. And she always sends me presents just for absolutely no reason, just because she loves me.
In short, when there is a package from Kate on my porch (or a postcard from Kate in my mailbox) I know it's going to be a hysterically wonderful evening.
The package is addressed to the children, the dog, and myself. Girl Child is excited that a package is actually for someone other than just me. When she hears it's from Kate she gets even MORE excited. Boy Child is thrilled, recalling, "Miss Kate! She sent me the Pig Catapult! Freaking sweet!"
Inside the package is a postcard. On the back, Kate has written:
(Yes, all one word)
I think you can tell whose is whose.
Inside are four packages, wrapped in white paper.
The first one, clearly is for the dog. And she LOVED IT.
If you can't see what it is, look closely between her ginormous paws. She devoured it in less than an hour.
The next package was for BoyChild. Something blue on it made us realize it was for him. It was plastic frogs. He was delighted.
The last two packages had ribbons on them. One pink and one purple. I gave one to Girl Child and said, "Here. Just open this one. We'll sort it out if we have the wrong one."
I opened mine. It was a beautiful little coin purse with a pretty print on it. I oohed and aahed.
Girl Child opened hers. Her eyes grew wide. She grinned, that smile with the dimple so large it needed it's own zip code.
"Mom!" she exclaimed, eyes shining, "Look! Miss Kate sent me notecards that say shit on them!"
And I had to say, "I think you have mine."
She was just as happy with the coin purse. By the way.
I love Kate. Kate is great.