Utterly Perfect Ssssss?

I want to tell you about the second love of my life.  He a little bit mysterious.  There are times when I don't even see him come to my house, but when I do my heart thrills with anticipation.  He never comes without bringing a gift for me, how thoughtful is that?  I don't always know that he's coming, sometimes he just shows up.  I knew he was coming yesterday so I must have gone to the back door at least a dozen times to see if he had been here.  Disappointed filled my being each time that I went and didn't see evidence of his visit.  But, alas, my husband comes home and tells me joyfully (he knew I was looking forward to the visit from my second love, so he was happy for me) that "he came".  In Steve walks with my package from the UPS man.  Now, I don't know his name, I just call him my UPS god. He hasn't been to see me as often as before, I'm blaming the economy.  But when he does come, it makes me happy all day.  Yes, my second love is the UPS man and Steve is good with that as long as whatever the UPS man brings me didn't come out of his wallet.  (The Ssss in my title, sorry, just wasn't clever enought to think of an s word).