Jenny's Box Day 1-4

Let's begin by addressing one claim that hangs above my head: Kamille's a spoiled brat. And if you're wondering who Kamille is, she would be me.
Sure, let's skim the surface together: as a kid, I had unlimited access to toys. Majority of them were from toy collections that my cousins decided to lovingly pass on to me. Some I adopted as my own letting them sleep on my day bed with the rest of my first hand toys. The others became 3D wallpaper hanging like little guardian angels watching over my every mischievous (and possibly adorable) move. I wouldn't call myself pampered even though my past seems to be that way. I prefer the word blessed and undoubtedly lucky- like how I feel today.

Jenny and Me. Circa 1993.

One of my cousins still continues to spoil me and that would be my cousin Jenny. Since the age of three, I've been running to her for advice and comfort. I can't tell you if I was more of a burden then than now. She has pulled me out of pools and puddles of tears and is still continuing to do so. She is and always will be the older sister I never had. A part from my mother, she has taught me be blunt, assertive, and persistent. Her creativity is just as immeasurable as her generosity. I can only aspire to be like her since God knows it will never happen in my life time.

I received two boxes from her today. She sent me a package reminiscent to an Advent Calendar where I get to open a wrapped present for each day until my birthday. Again--- I would like to mention that I am not spoiled. I just have really creative cousins that act like Easter bunnies on the most random days of the year.
Anyway, she told me to document the process...so here it is:

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