The box will arrive on Monday, two days before the big day. Caitlin will probably grab it first. My sister will then commandeer it and open. Expecting the usually glittery and bedazzled presents that arrive from across the country.
What she will find is even better. Lumpy packages, crinkled paper, an infinite amount of scotch tape, and rainbow index card labels with the carefully formed letters of a four-year old. The gifts are love sent across the miles, but the wrapping is even more. It’s the careful attention of a little girl, who knows of these people who live thousands of miles away and despite the distance and time between them, has them each in her heart.
“They need special wrapping mama,” she says to me. Indeed they do Maddie, indeed they do.
And I know they’ll love it.