First off, I received this email from my pops the other day…
Awesome.
So, I went to the post office the next day and much to my delight, there was a golden ticket indicating that I had a package to pick up.
As I rounded the corner to the service counters, I was confronted with probably an hour-long line of people.
[this is an issue with Jackson that I’d love to address at another time… too happy to get fired up now.]
Anywho… Yesterday, at the buzzer [4:45pm], I picked up my package and was too excited… I had to open it right then. In it were a couple CDs [that get their own hilarious post later] and this…
It reads…
“Christmas Worry Wreath
Dearest Rachel,
Here is something I invented & Mom helped me make. We supported the Aussie wine economy while we thought about you there. We saved the corks & finally thought of a use for all of them. A recycled Christmas wreath full of all the love & joy we have for you. That & a prayer in our hearts has you near us always tho’ maybe not this holiday. Tho’ it has a depressing name, the wreath is actually a kinetic experience. Think of it as a “drinkable memory quilt” which turns chuckles into laffs HA! With a smile in our hearts.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
LOVE, MUM & DAD”
So there I was, crying in the post office because of preciousness. And I guess I was really having a good cry because this cute, little, Mexican man next to me, who was also opening his mail, looked at me very concerned and said…
– Are you happy?
– Oh, yes. Happy tears.
– Good.
– Christmas gift?
– Yeah. From my dad.
– Good. Not me. Just bills, bills, bills.
wull hay. 