Thursday, January 21, 2016
hotel shampoo and all that
This was a Christmas gift to me.
R's sweetheart travels, doing MIS stuff for a company out of Atlanta.
I hoped he would remember how much I like to receive hotel toiletries. I hoped for another box of these this year. Look at that intense packing! This box is as deep as those vials in the bottom left hand corner - about 4" deep.
When Momma was very near the end of her life, she and I stayed at the Christopher House in Austin.
It was a very difficult time for me. I told my family how just a shower seemed to be profoundly "blessing". When you are tending your dying people it's hard to have a peace-filled moment alone. At the hospice house they scrounged up a bar of soap for me, a tiny bottle of shampoo ... provided a hot shower. They gave me the moment I was so in need of.
I really appreciate the opportunity to give them this bunch of small things.
My girl said this gift represents the sweetness of being thought of everyday. I love him too.
I love that he makes this possible for me. I was just delighted when I opened the box. Smelled so good. I thought, a man who is capable of this level of thoughtfulness and can pack like a this (he said it felt like Jenga when I complimented him) ... this man can very likely take excellent care of my baby.
We dropped the box off today. I smile to think that someone just like me, in that same place I found myself in, will be blessed by something this small. It's a big deal to me.