...come in small packages.
In this case three flat-rate priority mail boxes from Michigan that arrived today.
The best part of what was stuffed into these?
And it wasn't these, either:
And it wasn't even the absolutely magical Chocolate Revel Bars that Mom made:
Nope, the absolute, amazing, beautiful things that arrived were these:
The cardinal I'm a bit less certain of, but I do know that for me, cardinals are associated with my grandparents' house in winter. There was always snow, every Christmas (and we drove there, every Christmas, for almost two decades), and there were always birds at the birdfeeders. My grandmother's napkin rings were painted wooden birds. There were paintings of birds, books about birds, birds done in needlepoint all around the house. (There were lots of flowers, too, but I like to associate those with summer.) Now I have a little red bird nested in my tree.
Since we can't be with our family this year, having a piece of the family here is wonderful.
Thanks, Mom & Dad, you two are awesome. I love you.