What happens when the mailman knocks on your door and
then when you open the door, she hands you THIS:
and what happens when you open that box and discover THIS:
and then what happens as you unpack that box, and get the feeling that is BOTTOMLESS because the more you unpack, the more you find like this:
THE ANSWER IS that YOU GET THIS:
I have a precious friend named Nancy who has been so faithful in sending us goodies from the US since I moved. She seems to have great timing (like right about the time I have made our last batch of queso with our last block of Velveeta!) Everything else in the box was for me.... Pop Tarts, JIF, my DD Coffee, Milk-duds and REESES!!! But the Velveeta... yeah, the Velveeta is for the Viking!
It is his MOST FAVORITE AMERICAN PRODUCT!
The awesome thing is that Nancy has also come to visit us here in Denmark, so when she sends these packages, she can picture right where everything is going... well, if I can make it all last long enough to actually "put" it somewhere! :-)
I am so lucky to have friends in the US that remember me like this.... those boxes that say USPS on them are better than any other kind of box to receive. Even more than the goodies inside, they are a reminder that someone WAY over there is thinking about us.
Thanks, Hodson! YOU MADE OUR DAY!