Packages and Pictures

I love mail.

Seriously, I love it.

About two weeks ago, husband called and informed me that he was going to send me a package. Naturally, I was beyond excited. Because the only thing I love more than mail is my husband. 

[Ok, maybe that's not entirely true. But you know what I mean.]

Anyway, I jokingly asked husband if he could find a way to mail himself. Well, today my package arrived. And as I tore open that box at the speed of light I was secretly hoping that my husband would jump out. Irrational, I know. But, in a way, my wish still came true. Because inside that box I found my husband's shirt that still smelled exactly like him. I also found these:

So tonight, wearing my husband's shirt and looking at his smiling face, I almost feel like he is home with me. Almost.