Today is not my birthday.
And yet something arrived at the front door. In a box. And it was a surprise.
It made me think a bit about boxes and surprises.
I once watched my little cousin, when she was a toddler, tear all the wrapping paper off her first Christmas gift and then scream in delight: “a box!” as soon as she hit cardboard. She didn’t go any further thinking this box was the end goal, and it was thrill enough. She immediately turned to the next shiny gift-wrapped box in her pile and began unwrapping another …box.
To her, just the thought of a gift was enough excitement to keep tearing through more wrapping paper and starting all over again.
I think surprises are fun.
And I had that same rush today as my little cousin did years ago when I arrived home and was greeted with a box addressed to me just sitting and waiting on the front step.
Gifts are precious.
Good surprises are fun.
But a surprise and a gift in the same box, well that is unexpected joy.
I’ll tell you what was in the box tomorrow.
And, I’m guessing you won’t be surprised.