There was no return address, but I recognized the handwriting right away. What had she sent? And for what occasion?
I grabbed the large gold scissors, the really sharp ones we keep point-down in the kitchen. I punctured the box corner, sliding the blade across the clear packing tape.
The Arsonists’ City, our friend’s latest novel, was on top. I smiled.
A ridged ceramic dish with a lid, meant to collect small beautiful things.
I lifted the next item gingerly. It was wrapped in a deep purple tissue.
A delicate, floral jumpsuit, undoubtedly for Eloisa. She finds the best clothes – and it’d be perfect for Spring.
Another gold pair of scissors – these ones, matte. I grinned. I must not have told her Ryan had given me gold scissors for the winter holidays.
Next: three rainbow pins for the kids’ backpacks.
Geometric stickers.
All the items were nestled in a large linen weekender of pastel stripes for traveling who-knows-when.
Each gift left me smiling wider. Each more thoughtful than the other. Sister of my heart. How did I get so lucky?
We text or call each other every day. Heech. She hadn’t mentioned a package.
No note needed.
I grabbed my phone. She answered before it even rang.
“What’s up,” she said. “I’m about to get on a conference call.”
“Why’d you send me these things!?” I’m sure she could hear the smile in my voice.
“Shut up, is the outfit too small?” she said.
Sometimes, the mail brings good things.
Slice of Life, Day 14
The three rainbow pins for your kids’ backpacks made my heart swell. It sounds like you have a true kindred spirit in this lovely human being. The way you carefully described each item gave me a glimpse into her intentionality and thoughtfulness. Also, I adore the whimsy and simplicity of your photography.
What a pleasant surprise! Mail is the best, especially when it’s unexpected and it’s full of all kinds of perfect gems.
I disagree with Jon. I love the descriptions and the closeness and generosity is what shines through, not even so much in terms of what was packed, but what her response was when you called.
I hope your friend reads this post like a love letter, a testament to sisterhood that may or may not have anything to do with blood. I could see every detail thanks to your vivid descriptions.