The Christmas gift
My son sent me the most special Christmas gift.
He didn't come this year due to covid, so we did Facetime Christmas morning to open some stocking stuffer gifts we'd sent each other.
But he'd told me I had to open a particular one by myself and follow the directions.
So very early Christmas morning I sat and opened it.
It was a festive little box and inside were 17 envelopes with cards.
One was the typical Hallmark mushy one b/c he said I know you like these, and signed it....yeah yeah yeah, With love, the people at Hallmark.
In the next he wrote how for years he'd been admiring my photos and some reasons why.
He's a videographer and even tho I hadn't taken up photography until after retirement and he'd left home, he thought he must have gotten his love of imagery and story telling from me.
So I was to proceed opening the envelopes by number. There were 15.
He'd gone into my archives and selected different ones.
He bought some cardstock, sized the images, cut the cardstock to fit and printed the images on the outisde.
Inside each one, he wrote his own narrations....what he saw in the technique, the visual, the feelings, the stories
I sat in the early dawn opening them one by one, reading his impressions, the last one bringing me to tears.
And I saw in them a part of my son I hadn't known before.
This box and its contents are a treasure chest to me, one I'll treasure always.
The Christmas gift
My son sent me the most special Christmas gift.
He didn't come this year due to covid, so we did Facetime Christmas morning to open some stocking stuffer gifts we'd sent each other.
But he'd told me I had to open a particular one by myself and follow the directions.
So very early Christmas morning I sat and opened it.
It was a festive little box and inside were 17 envelopes with cards.
One was the typical Hallmark mushy one b/c he said I know you like these, and signed it....yeah yeah yeah, With love, the people at Hallmark.
In the next he wrote how for years he'd been admiring my photos and some reasons why.
He's a videographer and even tho I hadn't taken up photography until after retirement and he'd left home, he thought he must have gotten his love of imagery and story telling from me.
So I was to proceed opening the envelopes by number. There were 15.
He'd gone into my archives and selected different ones.
He bought some cardstock, sized the images, cut the cardstock to fit and printed the images on the outisde.
Inside each one, he wrote his own narrations....what he saw in the technique, the visual, the feelings, the stories
I sat in the early dawn opening them one by one, reading his impressions, the last one bringing me to tears.
And I saw in them a part of my son I hadn't known before.
This box and its contents are a treasure chest to me, one I'll treasure always.