So, I have come down to cigars…well, cigar boxes, actually. Came about this way.
On Monday afternoon when Jerry came in the motor home with our mail, along with various envelopes containing statements, notices and the other typical paraphernalia of a day’s postal delivery, he also carried a box–a box addressed to me. Not expecting anything, seeing we had ordered nothing, it wasn’t a holiday, and my significant birthday was almost a month past, and had been more than adequately celebrated, I was puzzled as to the contents of the medium-sized box.
Generously, I allowed Jerry the pleasure of opening the boring, slender family-addressed envelopes, while I tackled the mysterious carton. The package was not heavy, but was securely fastened, so from the kitchen I grabbed a small knife and slashed through the tape. When I pulled away the protective paper, I saw a flat brown surface. What is this? I lifted it from the shipping container, and saw it to be a box…and at that moment I knew: someone had sent me a cigar box!
Not one, but two beautiful wooden cigar boxes had been mailed to me. I hooted with laughter, and Jerry stared at me. “Someone sent me cigar boxes.” Then I found the card with a note scribbled on the back.
“I couldn’t resist after seeing ‘cigar’ boxes on your blog site which I visit often!
My hubby smokes the cigars occasionally–so I have cigar boxes. I do have the other more cardboard type but like the wooden ones.
Love to you and Brother Buxton”
On the inside pages of the card is listed a long string of accolades: You’re marvelous……….You’re…then a naming of 26 certainly undeserved compliments.
Jean is not someone I see frequently; actually she is so much younger than I am that she used to run around with my youngsters when they were home, and when she attended my brother-in-law’s church in Ontario. I was touched by this thoughtful gesture, and talked to Jerry of her taking the time to box up the gift, buy the card, write the note, go to the post office…all that, just to give me the pleasure of owning two fine cigar boxes.
You’re a great group of people out there, you the readers of my blog. Thank you. Thank you for reading my words, for thinking about issues with me, for being concerned about God, about the world, about our families, our children, and about our nation…and for indulging me in my frivolous–and probably sometimes silly–interests. It touches me deeply.
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