la poste

Is there anything better than receiving mail? And by mail I mean actually receiving something physical by postal mail-- from the United States!

I spent this weekend in Paris and got caught up on city life. In addition to meeting with friends, running errands, and cleaning my apartment from top to bottom, it meant sorting through my mailbox. There tucked away between my bills, sushi delivery brochures, and a large envelope from the Notaire's office (YAY! I recieved the official deed to my house) was a little yellow postal delivery receipt telling me that I had a package that was too large to fit in my teeny tiny mailbox.

So today I went to my local post office retrieve it, completely unsure what I would find.

The anticipation of opening a surprise package was so delicious that I waited as long as I could to tear into it. And for the record, that was all of 6 minutes. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who wanted to tear into this package.

Imagine my surprise to find that my thoughtful Aunt in Texas made me a quilt for me and my new house.  I was overwhelmed by her thoughfulness, not just because I know that quilts are a time-consuming endeavor, or that she anticipated that  I would be in need of blankets for the new country house (where cold winters are usually the norm), but that she remembered my aversion for bright colors. And this neutral color palette is perfect, white with tan accents-- she just GETS me!

My heart just burst from so much gratitude and love.