A Package Full of Pride

When I finished packing a box full of gifts to send in the mail, I congratulated myself on a job well done. I proclaimed to my children, “I packed this box almost as well as Daddy would have—almost.” (Plus, I figured I deserved some bonus points, because I had not overused packing material the way I think my husband does.) I gave the box a shake to show that nothing would be jostled on the long journey south. Nothing budged. Then I noticed something on my desk—one of the small gifts that was supposed to be safely nestled inside that box! Humbled, I emptied most of the contents, added the missing item, and then repacked the rest. But this time the thing I forgot was to take any pride in my packing job.