Yesterday I went to retrieve my mail, expecting the normal weekly flyer promoting chicken breasts for $1.99 a pound. What I got instead made me for all intents and purposes the proud owner of one square foot of land in Scotland, conveniently located in the heart of my ancestral origin, and a hop, skip and a jump away from the town bearing my husband's surname. I cried. I had always wanted to go to Scotland. Thanks to my observant and thoughtful Secret Santa, I have one more reason to.

I didn't get any old present from my SS. I was given a piece of my heritage.

Thank you, whoever you are! I don't know what kind of magic you used to find exactly the right gift, but you are amazing!