Is there anything I love more than making up packages? I love boxes and paper and tags and labels and brightly colored tissue. I love Sharpies.
Do I love anything more? I do love to knit. I do love to bake. I love to shop in thrift stores. I love cleaning my stove. These simple actions satisfy some secret part of my psyche. They're straightforward and when I am done I can step back, cross my arms and say, "Alright!"
What could make me happier? Cutting pie. I love to cut pie. Into eighths. Because it's hard to cut a pie evenly into sixths. But cutting a pie into eighths is deeply rewarding.
Nope. Nothing else makes me happier than making up a pretty package. Except cutting pie.