# The Simple Gift of a Package

## An Unexpected Knock

In the quiet rhythm of daily life, a package arrives unannounced. It's a plain box on the doorstep, taped shut, addressed in familiar handwriting. No fanfare, just the soft thud against wood. We pause, wondering what's inside—not the contents, but the why. Who thought of us enough to wrap this moment and send it across miles? On a crisp December day like today, with winter light fading early, it feels like a small anchor amid the rush.

## Peeling Back Layers

We carry it inside and sit. The scissors slice tape with care, revealing crumpled paper, then the heart of it: a book dog-eared from rereading, a handmade scarf still smelling of home, or just a note saying, "Thinking of you." Rarely is it grand. Often, it's ordinary. Yet in unwrapping, we touch intention—the time someone took to fold, seal, and ship. It's a reminder that meaning hides in the everyday, not the extravagant.

## What Stays Unpacked

Not every package dazzles. Some hold disappointments—a wrong size, a broken piece. But even then:
- They teach patience in the wait.
- They spark a call to the sender, rebuilding a thread.
- They become stories shared over tea.

We repack the excess, keep the essence. Life mirrors this: deliveries of joy, lessons, losses. Each one nudges us to handle our own offerings with the same quiet care.

*Every package whispers: you are worth the journey.*