Saturday, December 24, 2011

Presents From The Sky

Last night my family had visitors.  My husband's best friend and family.  My husband's best friend is the person who introduced us and through my hubby's illness, his best friend never shied away from visiting him and just hanging out. 

Now, you have to realize that these two are tough men.  They have travelled the roads together, as my son likes to call them, asphalt cowboys.  They would take their trucks through the most of inclement weather; situations that would frighten most people, yet, did it with steady hands.  They have seen a lot together and shared many stories.  My husband and I have watched their children grow up as they have watched ours and we are lucky to have friends, who truly do have our back. 

So, in my room the whole group walks.  The Christmas tree next to my bed, glowing.  His daughter places an armful of presents in my lap.  Her shoulders begin to shake and she starts to  cry.  She says they are from my hubby.  He had asked her to buy my presents and she wanted me to know that each wrapped present he was very specific about.  These presents had been thought out by my hubby with no help or input from anyone.  They each had a special meaning for me.  We hugged and cried for a bit together. 

Then, to see his best friend's face well up with tears was more than anyone could handle, and soon the whole room just let it all out.  Later, they placed the presents under the tree.  This morning, I did what I would do in any situation, I picked up each one and shook them, just a little.  I was hoping it brought a smile to my husband's face to know that some things just never change. 

I am lucky to have shared the time I did with my husband and his thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze me.  I hope that everyone who reads this feels the same thoughtfulness on Christmas morning and and your heart warms with the contentment of sharing the holiday with the ones you love.

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  1. What a blessing! You are in my thoughts and prayers. Love, Donna

  2. I wish I had meet your husband, he sounds a lovely as you. One his dying bed with a list of present for you. I see the love you two shared it shines even with him gone.