One Day at a Time

Last week, Scott and I arrived home to find a package on our doorstep. It came from Louise Peterson, about whom I've raved before. Inside the package was the most perfect, and most exquisite gift:

This is the cast marble version Louise made of "Senior Moment," a memorial to her dane, Nandi.

But the gift had no explanation with it. None. The end of January was too late after Christmas for it to really be that, besides which, we had already received our family Christmas gifts. I couldn't think of anyone who would give me that for Valentine's day, since my husband denied any involvement, though he says that when he saw my face after I glimpsed the statue, he realized just how serious I was when I said I wanted this, and he was kind of regretting he hadn't gotten it for me first.

It only took about 3 days for the mystery to be solved. Apparently the card that was to explain "Senior Moment" was actually delivered to our neighbor, who didn't even see it in her mailbox right away. Turns out that my Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Rick had sent us late birthday presents.