This is a pretty regular occurence at the house lately. Between my photo orders and all the stuff we’ve ordered for the house recently, there’s hardly a day that we pull up to the house and don’t find a package on the front porch.
Nathan’s convinced that the UPS guy must think we are drug dealers or some kind of illegal mob ring with how many trips he has to make up our driveway.
Either way, it’s kind of fun. Kind of like coming home to Christmas every day.