The Greatest Gift in the History of Ever


I was so excited this year that we raced home ahead of ice and snow to arrive safely for Christmas at Mom and Dad’s.  I know we would survive if weather or sickness kept us in KC, but I’m sure glad we made it.  I heard someone I work with tell our students that sometimes you just need to go home and remember who you are.  It fills you back up and readies you for all that is to come.  Things have been changing at such a pace that I am a bit weary.  I’m not complaining, mind you…I know life is change and it just keeps getting better and all that, but I was in need of a refill from home.  I love big…I always have.  I like to be helpful and complimentary and sometimes that overwhelms people, so then I try to edit and filter and dial down my nurturing.  Honestly?  It feels like wearing something that is too tight at times.
This Christmas I was reminded of just exactly who I am and where I am from and how I am meant to be.  We were almost done opening gifts and my daddy appeared before me with a bag and an envelope and told me to read the letter first.  Ladies and gentlemen, my daddy can write and it is always straight from his heart and it is sure to make me cry.  I’m not much for surprises and he knows this.  He is ornery…like me I guess.  I read a story about my sweet Maxee Mae (my first black pug who isn’t here anymore) and her taste for Dala Horses…specifically a Dala Horse that my dad carved.  He hadn’t given me a carving yet so he said Maxee chose my carving for me.  See?  Ornery! 
Don’t you know that I opened the box to find that carving that had been SHREDDED TO SPLINTERS completely (mostly) restored as you can see in the photo above.  He used more than one bottle of glue, tweezers, needles, and surely more than one prayer through trial and error to actually fit it all back together again.  I believe he can do it.  My daddy can do anything…anything at all.  This amazing restoration, his time, his words…it is all amazing.  It isn’t even the greatest gift.  Here it is…when his baby girl is a bit out of sorts with growing and changing, he knows just the thing to remind her of this parachute of big love that she is never without, that nothing is impossible, and that who I am and where I am from is big and powerful love that is not meant to be filtered…not a bit.  The world needs more actually.
And, a little residual gift was that, for the first time in my life, I did that pretty cry where tears just silently slide down your cheeks as you smile…like in the movies.  
Just like that.
Love wins.
It just does.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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2 Responses to The Greatest Gift in the History of Ever

  1. Nicole says:

    That is awesome.

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