Over two weeks, the birthday package that my parents sent for me arrived. Cookies, brownies, almond butter, and new shoes on top of many wonderful various things. There are some niceties about living at home that living at such a distance does not allow. Seeing your family bring a homemade cake into the room while everyone sings Happy Birthday, waiting for you to blow out the candles is something that cannot be replicated over snail mail. I always enjoy opening these boxes from home, seeing my mother's, my father's, my brother's handwriting and reading the little comments on each of the items. And seeing a touches of birthday cheer, weathered by thousands of miles and time to reach my door.