A Special Delivery

a long awaited day has finally arrived. a day that could not have come any sooner. 

mama wanted to get her little guy something special. something he truly wanted and longed for that would make his days a little happier around here. he had been asking for weeks for the trains Annie & Clarabelle for his Thomas table and i ordered them right up off the internet. mission accomplished. so i thought.

we eagerly awaited the mail every day. but days turned into weeks. and for a 3yr old, that seems like an eternity.

i tracked the order, and to my dismay the order originated in no other than CHINA.

 if it wasn't for bad luck, i wouldnt have any at all.

we began to get on with our life,we stopped stampeding to the mailbox every time we heard the dog bark, and even quit stalking the mailman.

 i hope bum comes out of this unscarred.

but this morning the bell rang and it was a box that needed signed for.  from China.

Special Delivery indeed.

 the sparkles in his eyes and smile a mile wide lit up the whole room.

he couldnt wait to get his happy little hands on them.

Nev did the honors of opening the box after a long fight with the tape and scissors. 

 yay for team work. 

Love ya Sis:)

                                                                          

and so Denver wasted no time. Annie & Clarabelle were escorted straight to the Island of Sodor in a moments time and Bum has been busy ever since. I will never forget the sound of the train table in full action heard from other rooms of the house. clinks and clanks and a random crash to the floor because someone derailed. the rolling of the wheels on the tracks, his choo choo sounds and endless conversations with the trains. i believe those sounds will forever echo in my heart till the end of  time. perhaps they are being recorded in the environment as well. and who knows, maybe the next occupents of this home might just hear them too.   

and even though it is offically spring, as Bum finished opening his package, he looked out the window and discovered ...snow. it was snowing. big fluffly flakes. i think it is old man winter's final fairwell.

a goodbye kiss. 

 Bum runs to the window and says: its Christmas mom! and me and Nev laughed. 

 but this is Chistmas. a package of pure happiness delivered straight to our door, (from CHINA), the kids happy, healthy, together, and to top it off, chinese for lunch. Merry Christmas my sweet little man. Merry chinese christmas.  

and as for Annie & Clarabell, i think they are gonna like it here. 

A boy's story is the best story ever told. ~Charles Dickens