May 24, 2012. I knew she was coming home today. She was being delivered by UPS. They usually come early, so imagine my disappointment when I went home for lunch and she wasn’t there. I called to track her progress in travel. To my dismay, no information. As the day got later, i had given up on seeing her. When I returned to my residence after six, I was pleased to see a yellow and brown paper attached to my door, but was slightly disappointed because I was certain that the note said, “Will try again tomorrow”. Under normal circumstances I would have cursed at what it said. “Package is on the deck”. Times are hard, people steal. If my package wasn’t there, trouble was coming. I looked, and like a baby bird place delicately, there she was. Covered in brown with my name on her. I opened her and held her in my arms. From the moment I saw her, I loved her.
Now that I had seen her, it was time to celebrate. I went to run two miles with Black Girls Run and then dinner with a friend. She cooked baked chicken, twice baked potatoes, green beans and rolls. We toasted my new arrival and her new job with a few glasses of sweet red wine.