When I was in New York for my sister's bridal shower last week (a post in itself) something happened. My mother, my aunt, and I were sitting at my parent's kitchen table finishing some last minute details for the shower; it was late, or early, depending on how you look at it, basically, it was the middle of the night, and given that the girls and I had been awake since 5:00 that morning, traveling, I was tired. We (my mother, my aunt, and I) were visiting and laughing while creating some extra "advice" cards for the shower, in case people forgot to bring the ones we had sent in the invitation, or wished to write something additional when they arrived at the shower, when my aunt placed a check in front of me.
A very large check. Made out to me.
She explained, as I picked my chin off the table, that she was not giving me money, but that she expected me to use the money to purchase this vacuum cleaner, as a house warming gift, for the house that we bought, a year ago! Oh, and did I mention that, when we bought this house, a year ago, my aunt sent us a very nice house warming gift? Back then, a year ago? Well, yeah, she did.
To say that I was less than gracious about this fabulous gift would be a gross understatement. I was shocked, and I have a very difficult time accepting kindness, gifts, love, really, I have a difficult time believing that I deserve these sort of things, so, I refused the gift. Then she refused my refusal...lather, rinse, and repeat...
In the end, my Aunt gave us this fabulous house warming gift because she believes that we should have it, and though that is difficult for me to wrap my brain around, I am nothing short of thrilled, grateful and anxious to actually purchase the vacuum.
On the long trip home, I thought about it, and I cried about it, and I decided that the best thank you note would be one that I would make myself, and would include a photo of the girls using the vacuum. Only, we haven't actually purchased the vacuum yet, because this is the week before school starts and we have been scrambling to get ourselves prepared. Also, it is temporarily sold out at the store with the best local price.
Yesterday, I realized that I could no longer wait for the adorable-children-vacuuming-thank you card, because it had been a week, much too much time to hold the thank you on such an extravagant gift, so I sat down and wrote a thank you note. Which I immediately mailed.
With a 37 cent stamp!
You see where this is going?
That's right. Because I am such a dork, my Aunt will have to pay postage to receive the thank you note I sent her for her extremely generous, wonderful gift!
So, how was your day?