One last run to the post office before leaving town for the Maine chapter of the Slow Love Book Tour: there was an unexpected package from my friend Caroline. I ripped open the padded envelope only to find a small box wrapped in charming hummingbird paper (and readers of Slow Love will know that my heart beats faster when those tiny creatures zoom into view.) Caroline is adept at finding perfect paper and note cards. I tore open the paper (knowing how Caroline would not exactly appreciate that, because she likes to open packages neatly, and save the paper). But I'm still childlike about opening presents quickly. And I like the sound of tearing paper. Inside was an even prettier box. I am no longer the kind of person who doesn't have a sewing kit. When I get home, I can repair the tear in a sweater, refasten the strap that snapped off a dress, and replace the button I lost off my favorite shirt--many months ago. What a thoughtful gift--and a lovely surprise.