Now, the size and weight of a card(s) is pretty obvious-so she usually tries to mask the gift by putting it in a large box. Perhaps she will put one of my shirts in the box, to add a little weight. It's never a surprise, though, because I don't really ask for anything else. The only surprise is who will I get.
Well, this year she tried to add a different element of surprise to two of the packages.
For instance, the first package I opened revealed a book (the classic How to Read a Book by Mortimer J. Adler). Well, I already have that title- of which I remind her. Could she be trying to say something? I wonder to myself.
"Check page 44," she said.
So I open it up to page 44, and sure enough...there's a 1961 Topps Hank Aaron.
The next package I open reveals a CD case that has about 10 sleeves in it- each holding a pre-recorded music CD. Many have my own handwriting. I thought this looked familiar.
"It's like trying to find Waldo," my seventeen year-old son says.
About the time he repeats "Where's Waldo?" I find a 1961 Topps Warren Spahn.
My wife and I both say, as if on cue, "Where's Warren?" I know- really cute, huh?
The third card- a 1964 Topps 'Tops in NL' Hank Aaron & Willie Mays- card came next. This time, however, it was in the typical shirt box-sans the shirt. That's okay- I've long wanted this card.
The fourth and final card was a 1962 Topps Hank Aaron. This one came in just a plain old top loader that was wrapped in paper. No box, no book, and no black CD case.