Yesterday was a great day. One of those magical days where the weather is perfect and the children behave (even Neko!) and I even went to the grocery store with three children and emerged with a smile on my face. Seriously, days don't get much better than that.
Except when you notice a package on your front stoop, and it's addressed to you. Not one of those Publisher's Clearinghouse deals, but a real package.
The package was from our friend Wendi in Brooklyn, and it was addressed to me. And I say "our" friend even though she's really Tom's friend from college, but I've sort of taken 50% of the friendship hostage because she's so great. We love her dearly for so many reasons, and not just because she has a terrific name.
She spent two days standing in our kitchen making our wedding cake, arriving with all her pastry tools by plane from New York less than two weeks after 9/11. She's sent knitted quilts to our children, as well as hats for the whole crew. Did I mention she bucked tradition and wore a red dress at her wedding? And looked fantastic?
In short, Wendi = Fabulous.
Anyway, once I had the kids down for naps I opened the box. And there was a scarf—a gorgeous, cashmere, hand-knitted scarf. In the box was a note saying that she knitted this scarf and decided to send it to someone, and into her mind popped me. I'm still smiling. What a fantastic surprise.
We should all do this more often. Send random things to each other, not on our birthdays, but on a random Tuesday. What a great ray of sunshine in my day.