This afternoon we walked into Shaun & Wendy’s house, and there was a little box on their coffee table – addressed to me – from the 10th Planet, the company who designs our t-shirts. I remembered getting a small box just like that several months ago. I wondered what they could be sending me this time…
And then Wendy said it was from Marcus. And I was really confused. But I struggled heroically through the tape, and found that my brother had reused a box I had sent him something in. Oh, that must have been the gummy “fried eggs” – it just hit me.
He bought me a bag of black licorice bears! They look like gummy bears, but they taste like black jelly beans. Yum – a new favorite…
And later, when we stopped at the mailbox on the way home from meeting the school bus, Judah’s eyes lit up as he pulled a big brown box out of our decrepit mailbox. (That’s a story in itself – the heavy, homemade flag has broken off, and we have to carefully prop it up and hope it stays for the mail lady to get our outgoing mail. If she doesn’t see the flag… she doesn’t take the mail.)
That was a package for our Voth family from the Oklahoma Voth family. We saved it until after supper when the whole family was still together around the table. I personally was glad we opened it before making our root beer floats, since it contained plenty of sugar for all of us for the night. Fun sugar for the kids, and rich, yummy sugar for Roger and me. Also this great and entertaining note from my nephew Noah to Malin. Grace had a sweet note to Judah and Wesley, but Noah’s letter had me laughing, has me laughing still….
Beside a wonderful 5-year-old’s drawing of a round happy blue person standing beside his brown dog, whose head is lowered, patiently waiting to be patted by the blue fingers just above it, I read these words:
“Dear Malin – Do you wish you had a very happy dog? It’s gonna be great if you have a good dog. And someday I guess I’m gonna come… someday. I had my birthday one day. Now I’m 5. And are you still 5 too? And I miss you. Bye-bye. Noah”
The next time I’m stuck with writer’s block, I’ll just go ask Noah. He could give me some good ideas.
The irony of this little letter is that our dog is not very happy right now. He’s old, and generally just isn’t doing well. But as I was reading the letter, Roger was headed out the door to give him some lamb bones from our supper – which was amazing. Smoked lamb ribs. Mmmmm. So maybe, just maybe…. he is a happy dog tonight.