“Presents I’ll remember forever”
In general, my favourite-est gifts have come as packages in the mail, completely as a surprise, from one of the many wonderful people in my world:
- The first piece of mail I ever remember getting was a package from Montreal my father sent me while he was away on course. It was a small box filled with popcorn, and buried in the popcorn was a copy of Le Petit Prince and a pair of sunglasses.
- Now, Gerry has taken to sending me care packages when I’m on the road. He fills them with lovely little treats, distractions, stuff to help me take care of myself, help me cope and to remind me of how much I am loved.
But I’d have to say my best gifts ever are:
- My camera and my Pro Flickr account – which was not intended to be a present, but then low and behold Gerry turned it into a gift. Thank you Gerry!
- The kickin’ cowboy boots my mom got me in high school.
- The key Rob handed me to a bus locker, that contained a small present, a riddle and a key to another locker. The 2-hour scavenger hunt ended at Union station where the last locker contained Groo #1-5 and my first briefcase.
- The necklace that Molly made me for Xmas 2005, just to make sure that I got a present too.
- My chopping block. Okay, it’s really “our” chopping block since the in-laws gave it to “us”. But it’s still mine.