I am not good at surprises. No, let me edit that. I love to surprise people. I do not deal with surprise well.
Yesterday a box came to our house addressed to "Baby Taylor." I opened the cardboard box to find a square box in wrapping paper and a bow with directions taped to it. The directions, in big, bold letters, say "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THE DAY OF YOUR BIRTH." The return address is: "it's a secret" in a Michigan city where I have no close friends of family. I did a reverse look-up of the address, and found no name.
So, now there's this box in our house that we can't unwrap until late October which is a little more than 6 months from today. Which, in the surprise corner of my brain is equal to forever.
And what if we wait and wait and wait, and on the blessed day that our second child arrives, we finally open the package - which by that time will certainly be resting on a pedestal with tasteful back lighting - and it's a onesie from Huggies?
So, what would you do if a mysterious package arrived at your door with instructions to not open for 6 months? And how good are you at delayed gratification?