I think that one of the best feelings in the world is to walk out to the mailbox and discover that inside is not just junk mail or sales flyers but a package to be opened. I get a similar feeling when the UPS truck pulls into the driveway and I realize that they aren't just using our driveway for turning around in. A new box to open - new things to find - how much fun is that? Even if I know what is inside I still think it is a thrilling feeling. Several weeks ago, I got to have that feeling every few days, as my school book orders for Ian started to trickle in (and I admit, I splurged and ordered a book for myself too, which of course came LAST). But, even as fun little boxes arrived in the mail, I was waiting with sometimes more and sometimes less patience, for the arrival of a package of a different kind.
I've gotten two of these packages before, and they always arrived well after the "should receive by" date stamped on the order form, so as September 11 approached, I reminded myself that chances weren't very good that this package would arrive on time. The Shipper, however, had different plans for me this time, and He delivered my new little girl package a day early, on a bright and beautiful fall morning. She arrived healthy, if not exactly happy, and the feeling of seeing her for the first time was as wonderful as I could have hoped for.
The best part about this little package is that the excitement and wonder doesn't wear off after the box has arrived and been opened. This little girl will grow and change, and be a continual project for the next twenty years, but I'll never get tired of her, or need an updated model. No matter what her life holds, she'll always be my perfect little package.