Toting bags of goodies out to my car at 3:30, I got a call from Jeff's best friend who lives locally. He was on his way home and wanted me to pick up the Christmas gift he had gotten for Jeff and I. I agreed to meet him at his house for a quick visit and to pick up the gift before I left for Cleveland early tomorrow morning.
I was sitting in the living room chatting away with Mike. The next thing I knew, I looked up and standing there in the doorway was my beloved husband. My Cleveland-dwelling husband was right there in front of me! There, in the same room. I didn't quite know what to do or how to react. I just smiled and slipped into his arms without a word. What words were there? I found myself squeezing his arms, his back, his shoulders, his hands, as if to make sure he was really there and I was not dreaming. Still, words escaped me. But, I think the speechlessness spoke for itself. He knew how I was feeling.
Apparently this little scheme was months in planning. I had a little inkling that maybe Jeff would do something like this. He is awfully good at surprises and he knows how to make holidays meaningful. All of my suspicions were halted when I received an imagine this morning.
Jeff later admitted that he sent this picture to do exactly what it had done: squash all hopes of him coming to me. I told you he was good at surprising. Since Jeff gave me the best Christmas present I could ask for, him, I gave him just a small part of his gift tonight.
With Jeff by my side, my life may be normal for the next week. Merry Christmas to that!
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