Tracy
and I are like little children on Christmas when a care package arrives
from home. As hard as it is to wait to open them, we have made a pact
that we will both be together when they're unsealed.
There's something about a
package
from home that puts a spring in our steps. The familiar, a
connection, and love flow from those cardboard boxes. We couldn't wait to open Audrey's gift, Tracy's Father's Day package, which was full of Snickers, Starburst, microwave popcorn, and chocolate.
This box also shared my family's heritage with the entire postal service. Wrapped in the fashion of the Unabomber, the package bore "packed like a Miller" on the outside. Although Audrey's husband is not a Miller, he has seriously been affected by my family, and encased the package in duct tape. I can't decide whether the package looked like a brick of cocaine or a bomb.
You can be sure that whenever a Miller sends a package, there will be plenty of tape on it. As a family I'm sure we have more than bought our share of 3M products. And you can be sure that the package will be sent with love. Thank you, Keith and Audrey!
2 comments:
I have recently discovered your blog, and have enjoyed reading it - thank you! My husband and I are moving to Lusaka in October, & are coming in early August on a house/apartment hunting trip. Do you have any advice about neighborhoods? Do you know of any available rentals? Any suggestions for packing/preparing (apart from LOTS of prayer!)? Please respond at meerdink34@gmail.com - thanks - Melissa
fantastic :)
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