On Friday, my mom said she had mailed me a birthday package. From that moment on, I was filled with expectancy and excitement. I checked Saturday - no. I checked Monday - no. I checked last night - YES!
Before I tell you about the contents of my package, let me just fill you in on my mom. She is the queen of making others feel special and loved. She's the ultimate gift-giver because she puts a lot of thought into what you would really like. And, so often she'll get you something you've wanted but you've never told her. It's freaky but awesome. If my mom has ever given you something, you know what I mean.
Growing up, I loved the anticipation of certain holidays. "What will Mom give us this year?" Through Easter baskets filled with fun goodies, Christmas stockings plump with surprises and homemade birthday cards, my mom gave us the gift of thoughtfulness and love.
Okay, back to present day... I got home last night to find THE package on my back deck.
I started squealing since I knew it was the birthday package from my mom. Dave was just looking at me as I entered the house taking off my shoes and coat, giving him a kiss and hug with a huge smile and a high-pitched "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" coming out of my mouth. I barely got out "My package is here!" and then back to "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He said, "Oh." He knows how I am. He knows how my mom is. He just knows.
I walked to the back door, picked up the box and brought it inside to the table. (Continuation of "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!") Dave pointed out that I needed to open it at a specific end. So, I did. What happened next? MUSIC!
My mom had rigged a musical birthday card to play as soon as I opened it. Now, who does that? MY MOM does. :-) As birthday tunes filled the air, I pulled out the birthday bag which had a high-heel shoe on it - TOTALLY me. What was in the bag, you ask?...
I pulled out my birthday card. It brought tears to my eyes and reinforced all of the love and encouragement she's given throughout my life. If you know me, expression in the written word means a lot.
On to the gifts: I pulled out a super cute black jacket/vest that is trending right now. How did she even know I was thinking of buying one? She didn't, but she somehow gets it right every time.
Next, I pulled out a gorgeous metallic necklace which I have been trying to find for a couple of months. HOW DOES SHE KNOW when I haven't even told her?
Then, I pulled out a beaded chain for my reading glasses. She did know I wanted this but it's perfect and I love that I didn't have to pick it out myself. My mom seems to always come through on items that I over-contemplate (i.e. purses, jackets, etc.).
Last, I pulled out the most adorable little cappuccino cup that is also a candle. It smells like coffee and I love that it's so petite.
My mom rocks the free world when it comes to giving gifts. Not because she spends a lot of money (because she doesn't) - it's because she gives with a level of thoughtfulness that only comes through a generous and loving heart. She holds her hands open ready to give. You can ask anyone that knows her; they will tell you the same thing. Wouldn't it be great if we all had that kind of reputation?
I love you, Mom, and I'll never outgrow your love.
