Sometimes Tardiness is Well-Timed

Photo by jgarber

A large dilapidated box arrived, blocking the entrance to my house. We’d been receiving packages over the last week and this was just one more to add to the pile. A small piece of me hoped, but after several days of searching the mailbox and the space by the garage where deliveries like to hide, I knew it was safer not to. How stupid of me.

Dinged up from its travels, slumping victoriously, there it was: better late than never. Chris’ birthday present to me was finally here, my face aglow with the biggest smile I’d had in days.

Before Chris left, he’d given me the arrival date of my gift. Had it come on time, one week before today, Chris would've been home when I received it. Until now, I have never been grateful for a late delivery. Though he is not permitted to contact anyone just yet, he is communicating now, no words necessary.