Welcome dear readers! It’s Friday again. Wow, time flies when you’re spending your life in the dojo.
Last week I asked you to write about the greatest gift you’ve ever given. This time I want you to write about the greatest gift you’ve ever received.
I’ve been lucky enough to receive many thoughtful, heartfelt gifts over the years. Choosing just one to write about is very difficult, but I know I can always write about another next year.
My first Christmas with The Boy was last year. He went completely overboard in the gift department…I swear that he remembered every little off-hand comment I’d made throughout the year and nearly killed himself trying to locate whatever I’d mentioned. He went as far as tracking down a very rare soda pop that is only available in Newfoundland. It was crazy!
The most incredible gift, though–if I can pick just one–was something I’d seen on our third date. We went to an art show at a small local gallery, and while there wasn’t much there, one piece caught my eye. It was a striking pencil portrait of a young Jamaican boy. There was something about the expression on the boy’s face that really got to me. It was a beautiful piece of work, and so of course I told Chris that it was my favorite piece, but I certainly never expected to see it again. To me, art shows are about admiring the work and discussing it…rarely ever buying.
So I nearly cried when Chris gave me that framed original for Christmas almost a year later. I’d nearly forgotten all about it. But that wasn’t what made the gift so special.
While he was wrapping it, Chris realized that the name of the artist sounded familiar. He wracked his brain, trying to remember where he’d heard that name before, and sure enough–the artist had the same name as a customer Chris was dealing with at work. The Boy emailed this customer to ask if he had created the drawing, and it turned out the customer and the artist were one and the same. Chris explained that his girlfriend had greatly loved the piece, and the artist was overwhelmed–this was his greatest work of art, and the only piece he’d ever sold.
The most precious piece of this gift, for me, was the letter from the artist saying how happy he was that his work was going to someone who loved it. He enclosed a print of the original photo he’d used to create the drawing.
It’s those incredible coincidences that remind us just how amazing life is.
How about you, dear readers? What was your favorite gift?
Have an awesome weekend!