


I don't think I ever get to old for a care package from home. I jump up and down like a little kid when I spot that brown envelope in the mail box.
Last night—after a really rainy, cold crappy day, I came home to this in my mailbox—an Easter package from my brother, sis-in-law and niece. They know how to get to mood back to perfect again!
A super cute outfit from Danish children's clothing designer Molo, socks with Laban—Sweden's own version of "Casper the Friendly Ghost" and the worlds cutest little stuffed animal (Rich and I are still debating what animal it is—he thinks it's a rabbit and I think it's some kind of strange marsupial.) And, of course, a sampling of Swedish salty candy—I'm munching on it right now. Yum!
Thank you Teresa, Ola and Ella!