It can only be God. Here I am on a rainy December day, surrounded by nice paper and ribbons and double-sided tape in our dining table, Ella Fitzgerald and Louie Armstrong singing to me from my music playlist, and this package arrives. A lovely thing, truly. I saw it first in July, but it seemed too indulgent to make a go for it. There were more important things to spend on. But here it is now, mine to have. I have to pinch myself to know that this is real. Oh, wow. It found its way to me, and no one even knew it was a desire of my heart. Thank you, God. I will treasure it, as I feel it is as much from you as it is from the person you touched to give it to me.