Yesterday I arrived home from a foray out of the house...though at the moment I cannot remember why I had ventured out...and checked the mailbox for a parcel that was supposed to arrive over the weekend and did not. There was nothing in the mailbox. I asked Dear One if there was any mail...sometimes mail comes in when I am gone and is not easily visible...! He told me a couple of ads came in. There was a box at the table with a brown something wrapped in plastic. He said it had his name on it but it was clearly mine since it was yarn.
WELL!!! Wrong on all counts! I could not remember ordering anything brown yarn, though I really do love brown yarn and fabric. As I started to take the plastic off to unroll the brown yarn (I would rather spin brown yarn!), I noticed the word "moose" on the label and instantly I remembered the adorable moose our daughter-in-law had given our oldest son for Valentine's Day...and handed the package to Dear One to continue opening it. He was mystified. I pointed out that our son frequently sends birthday gifts and the lightbulb went off!
Here he is outside on the front porch. I wonder if we will have a name soon. Bullwinkle is a bit...cliched...I suppose.
You will fall over dead if I tell you the next thing...but I have to let you know again what a kind loving generous man I have been married to for almost fifty-two years. He said to me after seeing his moose and holding him for a moment, "You need to make a chicken for our son." I believe I will!
Being from the New England states and seeing many Moose, this made me happy
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