Or at least that’s how I feel. Last night I wandered down to the market to pick up an onion and some pasta for supper. On the way back I decided to pop in to see Joseph as he has been feeling under the weather for the past couple of days. To get there I had to pass the post office and noticed that the door was still open. What the heck, why not ask again, right? They know me well at the post office and I check often even though I have told them to send anything of mine to work and everyone in town is looking out for any packages sent for me. Well, let me tell you, I nearly fainted when the lady came out with not one, not two, but SEVEN packages for me. I was quite the sight walking down the main street of Jirapa with my arms overflowing with envelopes. When I got to the place where the boys stay I happened to run into one of the guys who works at the post office and his comment was that I wasn’t kidding when I said many people had told me they sent me things. It was just like Christmas opening those letters and packages. Do you know that “Set For Life” commercial where the guy says wahoo every time he opens a letter? I didn’t actually say that out loud because, well, that would be weird but on the inside I was very giddy. So thank you to Colleen, Mom, Auntie Sylvia, Auntie Sharon, Lynn, MHI and all of the girls on the golf weekend. You are amazing!
On that note, I may not be heading back to Jirapa after Christmas (more on that to follow) so at this point I am not sure any mail would get here if it hasn’t been mailed all ready. It’s the thought that counts, right?:)