Have you had an emotional experience that truly surprised
you? Did its intensity blow you away? Did you wonder, Wow! What caused that?
I had one such experience recently on Christmas morning. I’ve
pondered over it for the past week, and thought about how to share it here.
My husband is an extremely thoughtful gift giver. Not only
is he quite generous, bestowing upon me gift after gift after gift at Christmastime,
but there’s always something special (super-duper extra special, that is) that
amazes me. Last year, his amazing gift was a gorgeous Art Deco styled ring set
with diamonds and rubies. It was different; it was Me! Not over the top at all,
stunning in its detail and amazing simplicity. Yeah, that’s me – stunning and
Now here’s the stunner about this year’s amazing Christmas
gift – not jewelry, not expensive, not even sparkly. (I love sparkles and
Bob presented this gift in a pretty gift bag. As I pulled on
the tissue and looked inside, I saw fabric and writing. I saw the shapes of
letters forming a word that appeared to be, writer.
My vision wavered as my brain processed it. An immediate idea fluttered past that
he’d bought me a t-shirt from the James River Writers website.
My fingers curled around the soft cotton, gently lifting it from
the bag, and out came two t-shirts. Gray and black softness with splashes of
color landed on my lap. Tears welled up quickly, my mouth dried, a slight buzzing
sound played on my eardrums. A rush of hope and gratitude forced tears out and
with a breaking voice, I whispered “Oh my gosh, thank you so much.” Then, “I don’t know why I’m crying my eyes
out!” My heart was so full, my mind was a tumble. Over two t-shirts!
I figured that part out.
Bob believes in me. He’s
encouraging me on this new adventure into a writing life. Those shirts were his
way to push me a little to get serious about this life and, maybe, tell the
world more about where I am going. The
shirts each have a simple saying,
always writing a story in my head.
writer, I dream while awake.
I took a photograph of them and it’s posted on this website’s Writing Life Visuals page.
I don’t think I could start this endeavor without his
encouragement. When I mention something about writing, Bob listens. His mouth
curves into the slightest smile. It’s clear to me he is both proud and
supportive. His generosity of spirit comes both with gifts I can touch and a caring
home where I can be free to do this… this
Am I blessed or what?
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