Yesterday morning was rough. The 'I cried all the way to work' kind of rough. I always save my tears for the car because it is the only time I am alone. Is that dramatic, or what? Anyway, I won't detail our morning for you because it was pretty typical but it took more than I had and I lost it, a little. I swear this story gets better.
The day at worked passed as usual but I was unfocused and feeling a bit defeated. I can't tell you exactly why. The brutal winter we are having? Sleepless nights? Worry about saving the money to get our family to New York. Whatever it was, it was winning and the day was getting way ahead of me. I was relieved to see its end.
As I drove home, I decided to check the mail. Now, forgive me for being cryptic here but It has to be this way. Inside was a letter addressed to "The Mouland Family". I threw it on the counter when I got inside and forgot about it until I had the girls settled with a snack. I noticed there was no return address and the postmark held no information either. I opened it and found a note and gift; a gift so generous that my hands were shaking. I won't tell you more (I guess I couldn't if I wanted to) because this person went to a lot of trouble to remain anonymous. I just needed to let that person know that their gift arrived safely and we are beyond grateful. We read the rules and we will honour your wishes.
Of course, in the spirit of paying it forward I will spend today dreaming up a way I can make someone else feel the way I do right now.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)