This morning a delivery from Williams-Sonoma appeared on my doorstep. Boxes delivered to my house are not uncommon because I’ve long been a fan of late-night online shopping. However, for once, I had not been shopping, nor did I order anything from Williams-Sonoma.
For some reason, I did not open the box but e-mailed my husband to inform him of the delivery in the likely event I would be falsely accused of “shopping without a permit.” 🙂
Apparently that sweet man of mine did some late night purchasing himself. Since the package is from Williams-Sonoma and not Best Buy, Gander, or Lands End, it is obvious that the gift is for me!! He confirmed that when he said forcefully “don’t open it till I get home!!!”
hhmmmmmm…… Is someone feeling guilty? I wonder……
As I write this post at 7:30 pm, Mr. Gaver has still not arrived home from work. This means I’ve been sharing the house ALL DAY LONG with a package of unknown contents……for me……from my favorite store.
That’s pretty mean, don’t you think?
When I was about ten years old, my brother, John and I accidently found my mom’s stash of wrapped Christmas presents. OK… it wasn’t accidental. It took us quite a while to locate their whereabouts but that’s beside the point.
That particular year, I only desperately wanted one thing for Christmas: a clipboard. To me, clipboards symbolized power and authority. Coaches used them. Teachers had them. And Annette Powell had one. Annette was taller than any kid in my class so she already had built in-authority. The fact that she had a clipboard was just like rubbing salt in my authority-challenged wounds. Annette used to take her clipboard outside with her during recess, write down the names of classmates who were misbehaving and give them to the teacher when class resumed. I had to have a clipboard!!!
So on that fateful day when John and I were left alone in the house with those beautifully wrapped boxes, we buckled under the pressure. Being oh-so-careful not to rip the festive paper, I found a box bearing my name and unwrapped the gift. There inside was my much desired clipboard. Oh! How happy I was to know that I got exactly what I wanted to Christmas.
We quickly re-wrapped our packages thinking Mom and Dad would be none-the-wiser! Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that a major part of the fun of being a kid at Christmas is the long awaited element of surprise when you FINALLY get to see what you got on Christmas morning…. although…I already knew. Lesson learned.
So, ten hours later I am still staring at this box on my kitchen table…. waiting….wondering.
All I can say is….it’s much bigger than a clipboard.