Two weeks ago, there was a knock at the door after lunch, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The day, which happened to be my birthday, had started beautifully as I received calls from friends, warm hugs from family, and lots of love from my husband and our child. But little did I know that it was about to get messed up in a big way!
Mark was in the kitchen, wiping down the counters while our baby napped upstairs. I opened the door to find a delivery man holding a massive carton wrapped in bright, cheery paper. It was almost comical how oversized the box was, taking up nearly the entire doorway.
“Who on earth…?” I muttered to myself stunned as I helped the delivery man maneuver the box inside. Mark walked in, curious.
“Wow, that’s a big one! Who’s it from?” he asked, leaning against the wall with a slight smile.
I shrugged, equally perplexed. As I started to untie the ribbon and peel back the wrapping paper, a small note slipped out and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, instantly recognizing the handwriting. My heart sank.
“From the wonderful woman who gifted you a husband.”
I read it aloud, my voice tinged with disbelief. My husband’s smile faltered, and he took the note from me, frowning.
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