Sometimes...

on a really long, 

tiring, 

sneeze- and cough-filled day...

God just happens to know that you really, really need something to keep you from saying, "Meh," to the world and just laying down in bed and watching Gangland for about 50 hours...

and so He makes sure that the care package your sweet, precious, too-good mother sent to you is waiting on the porch when you get home from work...

and you still feel like saying, "Meh," to the world, but decide to push on through.

Thanks God! And Mom!