Abundant Charity

So the other night I came home a little later than normal. I lugged myself, baby and mail into the house and situated Isaac with his favorite toys as I went through the mail. I didn't know what to make, as I haven't gone real grocery shopping in at least a month, and there was no rush anyway because Tony wouldn't be home for awhile.

A personal card had caught my eye as I'd walked up the driveway, but waited to open it until last, assuming it was a late birthday card for Isaac. A bill of course drew my attention, and as I searched the due date I almost forgot about the fun piece of mail. As I turned the letter over my mind was elsewhere, only focusing on the task at hand when I noticed that the envelope was unsealed, which always alarms me. Weird too was the fact our last names were not included in the address.


My mind was slowly creaking to deduce the source of the card as I read the "Thank You" on the front. There had not been a recent baby shower, wedding shower or wedding. I could not for the life of me think of why we were receiving a thank you, especially a real card, let alone a token note card sized one.

And then I opened it.


There'd be no knowing who it was from. The card blank and unsigned, save the imprinted message of gratitude. In my life I've never experienced a moment like that. I was instantly crying as I threw the card to the countertop, quick to cover my mouth with my hand in disbelief.

I'm pretty sure you're reading and am almost as sure that I know the source, but can not confirm my haunch. Thank you. Your generosity is amazing and is not without awe.