Belated

Yesterday I got two birthday surprises in the mail: a birthday card from one of my very good friends, and a package from my sister in Florida. I was expecting the package because she had left a message on my birthday saying I was getting something in the mail. I had no idea what it was and couldn't even begin to guess by the packaging. The fact that she took the time to drop something in the mail to me at all was in of itself a big deal.

Anyway, I opened the envelope to find, um, a pair of underwear. Yeah. That was my first thought as well. Who sends somebody a pair of underwear for her birthday? So I started to analyze it.

Was there a hidden message?
Was I the butt of her practical joke? Pun INTENDED!
Was it a crystal clear reminder that I should cherish this last year of being 30-something before hitting the 40 year milestone?

They were Victoria's Secret. Bikini style. Did she buy them for herself or her daughter and they didn't fit so rather than return them she figured I could use them? I don't even indulge in Victoria's Secret. My vanity years have given way long ago to practicality and comfort.

So. I decided it wasn't worth the trouble to search for the hidden message, if there was one at all. Heck, I'll wear them. God knows I could use another pair. And I will accept the gift with true gratitude. Really, I am deeply humbled by the thoughtfulness my sister has shown.

And in the meantime, I can be thinking long and hard about what to send her for her birthday in June. Maybe a bra? And she can appreciate the sincerity of the gift and not even entertain the notion that I would have sent it to her for being such a boob!