My Word Broken

"All we have in this world is our word," people have told me. But I have to go back on something I said, I have to. I said I wouldn't go on about FC anymore. Well, I basically said that in a moment of self-pity because I haven't been able to talk to him in a few days and I was getting sore at him.
But yesterday, I finally went to the post office to pick up some packages that were waiting for me. I'd just about given up hope for FC's mail since he sent it back before Christmas. In my heart I almost doubted he'd sent anything at all. But then the post lady handed me the envelope and I almost fainted! From Nigeria! A cute zebra stamp and some monkey stamps. He'd bound it up with a white string and red wax too, just like you see in old movies. :)
Guess what he sent me? 2 professional pix of him, cuuuute, a delicate black Rosary, a Christmas card, a Marian devotional book incorporating saying the Rosary with various hymns and prayer for 31 days straight (this is cool it has a picture of Mary as a Nigerian woman holding Baby Jesus dressed as an African), a Nigerian bracelet (girls love jewelry!), a gold finger Rosary with Mary on it, and a silver crucifix and Sacred Heart/Immaculate Heart medal, both of which are now added to my necklace. Sigh! I almost cried, it was so thoughtful of him. For his birthday I'm sending a card, some photos, a St. Joseph's cord that I knotted for him, and some Catholic cards with a St. Francis 3rd class relic. I wanted to send him a Scapular too but it hasn't come in yet. :(
OK I had to cut this in half because my boy was online for a while. I tricked him by saying he'd be jealous but this really great boy had given me a bracelet, jewelry, a Rosary, a book, etc. :) He fell for it for about a minute before saying, "That's me." Ha!