Holy Crap, We’re Lucky (Ruminations on a Care Package)

Posted on
Oct 15, 2013
Posted in: Random Musings

I suspect, if I didn’t have Rand to constantly remind me, I would easily forget how ridiculously, stupidly fortunate I am, and how charmed our lives are. He makes me aware of it all of the time. Not in a lecturing way,  but in a genuinely grateful, almost surprised way.

“Holy crap,” he will say, in part to me and in part to himself, “we are really lucky.”

He will say this whenever we travel somewhere new, whenever we get an upgrade (or even when we don’t), whenever we cross paths with someone wonderful. He will say it to me when I run into his office and tell him that I love him, for no other reason that it’s been a while since I’ve said it.

And he will say it whenever someone else in our lives lets us know that they care.

During our trip to Ashland, our friends Matt and Kim sent a package to our hotel room.

 

It was filled with all sorts of goodies and snacks, and a note wishing us a  happy anniversary.

 

Rand stared at the box, and in a quiet, thoughtful tone, muttered, “Man, they are good people. We are really, really lucky to have them in our lives.”

It was a lovely gift, and it’s not the first time Matt and Kim have done this. In years past, when we visited them on our way down to Ashland, they’d send us off with a goodie bag full of food and snacks.

And each time, I was reminded of how lucky I was, while cramming gourmet popcorn into my mouth.  

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