Happy New Year! I’m starting this year out with hope and joy. 2015 was the hardest year of my life. I’m still working on healing, but I’m going to try my best to focus on the joys and blessings in my life.
Many months ago, I told the hubs that I really wanted a Vespa. He laughed off my request and since then I have brought it up about a million and a half times. (casually, of course) 🙂
We knew, as a family that Christmas was going to be really hard this year. Daddy was missed. There really are no words to express the emptiness that we felt without his jovial presence.
We’ve always gone as a family to church Christmas Eve, followed by dinner at my sisters house. We did the same this year. My niece and nephew wanted to ride with my husband and I from church and they immediately noticed two presents in the back of the Suburban. They are young and presents still hold a lot of magic. Uncle B promised them they could open a present after dinner. So of course as we were enjoying pre-dinner cocktails, the kiddos had already brought the presents inside and eagerly offered us the opportunity to give them to them early. I admit we’re suckers and can rarely say no to any of our nieces or nephews. They wanted to open the big box first and B told them that it was for me. The confusion was not only on their faces, but my own.
The size of the box was confusing, as was the Bed, Bath and Beyond box. I wondered why he would have me open up a present in front of everyone. I felt awkward unwrapping the gift. Of course B was filming my confusion and then it happened. I was unwrapping a helmet! At that moment, I knew that B had purchased my Vespa. For perhaps the first time in my life, I was speechless. As I looked up with joyous tears welling in my eyes, he asked me if I wanted to see it. It was in my sisters garage waiting for me. It was dark outside and I could not ride it, but it was there for me to appreciate.
I could barely sleep that night. By 3am I gave up and took a shower and dressed quietly. I waited for the sun to rise. B awakened around 5 and we exchanged our Christmas presents and willed for the clock to move faster. 6:45am we were in my sisters driveway. I was concerned because it had been sprinkling. I didn’t want my inaugural trip to be in the rain, besides the fact that I had no experience. As we opened the garage and pulled the scooter out, an incredible rainbow appeared. At that moment, I truly believed my dad was there with me. He was wishing me a Merry Christmas and letting me know he was okay. It was the first time that I had really felt okay since his passing. I had the best time riding it home. My husband knew that I would have never expected him to gift me a Vespa. So there he was, once again, helping me find joy and magic.