I peeked through the small, square hole, and there it was. The shiny red card that every IWU student loves to see in their mailbox. The card that can turn gray skies into sunshine. The card that can warm even the hardest of hearts. The card that makes you feel like you won the lottery. The card that means you got a package.
I skipped excitedly to the post office to retrieve my prize. As they handed me the carefully taped cardboard box, I knew right away that it was from my mom. The homesick strings in my heart tugged softly as I made my way back to my room. I set the package on my desk and began to cut the tape. The weight of if had me really curious. I continued to cut. Then, as I pulled back the flaps and stared down at the contents, I felt like I had just won the lottery. There in front of me sat two, perfectly wrapped loaves of homemade pumpkin bread. My mom had made me some of her pumpkin bread. My absolute favorite. And they could not have come at a better time. A tear rolled down my cheek as I lifted them from the box. I needed that reminder of home to get me through…
Mom, thank you for all that you do for me. I am constantly reminded and overwhelmed by how blessed I am to be able to call you my mother. You are the best. Seriously. I love you.
