It's my lucky day

My mother called two days ago.

"Hey Sarah, I have a box of ornaments here, do you want them?"
"Are they old?"
"Yea, and there are some cool pink..."
(Pink was all I needed to hear.)
"I can be there in an hour or so, I have to pick up Jack from preschool, swing by your house, go back to the old house to meet a scrapper, go to U-Haul, go to Target..."
I arrive expecting to find her holding a box with one dozen ornaments in it. Instead she is holding a big old cardboard box that used to hold motor oil.

I cannot stop the car fast enough! I get out and she says "the box is kind of skunky."

And then I start to dig around in it and jump up and down a little.

Yipppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

"Where did you get this?"
"I saw it in my friend Amanda's car. I asked her what it was and she let me look in it. So I told her you collected those and would love to have them."
There were about 70 vintage ornaments in it plus a tree topper.

Awesome.
So today I am putting up a Christmas tree.

It's not my usual "10,000 tiny twinkling lights plus 700 vintage ornaments" kind of tree, but you know what? Who freaking cares!?!? We are in our awesome new house and in just a few days Jack is going to wake up to the wonder of Santa Claus in the same room I used to wake up to the wonder of Santa Claus as a child. In our VERY OWN HOME!

I really hope that somewhere out there Grandpa knows what a wonderful gift he gave to us this year.
(I also put up the village tree amidst the rest of the chaos. Jack usually loves this thing. He usually spends the better part of every day rearranging the whole darn thing. This year he says he hates it. Le sigh.)