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Are you ever the recipient of a random act of kindness that just completely makes you day? After all, it's not often we get something in the mail...actual SNAIL MAIL these days (besides bills, but of course, they don't count!) Recently, I received two notices in my mailbox of packages that I had waiting on me. (I could use this point in my story to insert a rant about how the stupid Brookston post office has stupid hours that can't even be qualified as bankers hours, because that'd be being generous....but I won't go into that stupidity here...) So, when the day finally came that Jason could get off work in time to RUSH to the post office before it closed at 4pm...he called me and told me that one was a tastefully simple package...that I'd been waiting on, and the other for the kids from Aunt Marsha!

Aunt Marsha is a one of a kind aunt. She lives in Minnesota (yes, you must say it with an accent) and doesn't get home NEAR often enough. She's got a heart of gold and is always thinking of others...a much admired trait. She's always finding the neatest little things for the kids, and not just my kids, ALL of the grandkids & great grandkids. We've gotten a darling little key for the kids to place on the door on Christmas Eve so Santa can get in, along with a handwritten note explaining it from Aunt Marsha. Colton has received a tractor pillow case, and I once got a book from her with Whoopie Pie recipes, because she knows a story that's near and dear to my heart, is making Whoopie Pies with Grandma Hall. That's how big of a heart she has.

In the most recent package, was a darling little note about how the kids might get sick someday, and when they do, their Mom might make them chicken soup to help them feel better. She went on to say that in addition to the soup making them feel better, she hoped they'd curl up and warm right up with this toasty chicken soup quilt she'd made them.
It's the most adorable blanket, and Colton now goes to bed, each night with his yellow blanky that he's had since he was a baby, and now chicken soup as well. It's got to be laid out over his pillows, so he basically lays on it, and then uses yellow blanky to snuggle with. I'd say it's already doing it's job -- providing love and comfort from as far away as Minnesota! :)

PS. Disclaimer if you will. I told Aunt Marsha that I hated it when she sent me such beautiful things, because the kids wanted to use them right away, and I didn't want them to get torn up. She quickly reminded me that part of what makes a quilt so full of character is its "worn" appearance and story behind it. How right she is!

Aunt Marsha, thanks for helping get my 3 1/2 year old to bed each night. And thanks for providing something he can quickly pass along to his sister as he outgrows it!

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