Mail Time...

I can't believe it has taken me a few days to mention the belated Valentine's Day package that arrived in the mail on Monday! (Well, I actually can believe it because I have been so busy devouring its contents that it hasn't crossed my mind to write about it.) Our parents have been really thoughtful and have spoiled us rotten while we've been apart. Matt's mom put together a (very heavy) box o' goodies for us. And though it reached our doorstep a few days after February 14th, it was right on time because we had already eaten all the Valentine's goodies that my mom had sent us! If it weren't for the fact that we have to walk and bike everywhere, I'm fairly confident that hubby and I would have a combined weight of around 500 pounds by this point.

This sucker was hard for me to lift it was so chock-full of surprises!

Truffles and pop tarts and thin mints, oh my!

Yes, these are My Little Pony fruit snacks. No, I don't like fruit snacks. So yes, these are Matt's My Little Pony fruit snacks.

As happy as the edibles made me, I think my favorite part were the cards we received from the two girls I babysat this past summer. When they found out that a package was being shipped to England for us, they just had to include their well wishes. And I'm super glad that they did!

Love birds! So cute.

Matt is looking buff these days. And true to reality, I am wearing a crown like the princess that I am.

Very impressive depiction of our great state! And I loved the reference to tea time. I do tend to drink at least 2 cups a day.

They even remembered all the fun activities we got to do together during the miserably hot months of June and July! I too wish that I could still babysit you girls!

Absolutely precious. I went to the post office to mail a thank you card back to Tulsa, and the guy behind the counter asked (really excitedly), "Are you from Tulsa?" I answered affirmatively, to which he responded, "I've never actually met someone from there! I've always wanted to since that's where Chandler moves for awhile during Friends." Cracks me up how many people reference that series when we tell them where we're from. Generally speaking, what they know of Oklahoma either stems from the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical or, they've only heard of it in the Eric Clapton song "Livin' on Tulsa Time." I replied, "Yeah, I don't think it's as bad as Chandler makes it out to be. It's certainly not New York City or Cambridge, but it's home." And that is the truth. Our families who love us and fuel our addiction to junk food are there. The kids we sometimes look after and hang out with are there. The doggie we miss so badly is there. Our roots are there. Who knows if we will ever settle there again, but it is comforting to know that we can always go back.