Last Thursday, I received a slip saying I had a box at the post office. From Mr. First.
I couldn't get it until this morning and finally opened it tonight. Inside I found:
My favorite (red) candy
The baby blue jacket he gave me (and I returned and later missed)
A beautiful card for Christmas and another one for my birthday
A puppy guide that'll make a genius out of Toby...or just get him to poop on his pad
A lovely CD I'll be popping in later on tonight
My old Phillies banner from a home game
Gloves with removable tops he'd bought (and misplaced) for me last Christmas
This book and that one
And soon after I opened the box and read the first card, who should text? Yup :)
I couldn't get it until this morning and finally opened it tonight. Inside I found:
My favorite (red) candyThe baby blue jacket he gave me (and I returned and later missed)
A beautiful card for Christmas and another one for my birthday
A puppy guide that'll make a genius out of Toby...or just get him to poop on his pad
A lovely CD I'll be popping in later on tonight
My old Phillies banner from a home game
Gloves with removable tops he'd bought (and misplaced) for me last Christmas
This book and that one
And soon after I opened the box and read the first card, who should text? Yup :)