It's time for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop and this week, I chose the prompt:
A Memorable Gift
Like most people, I suppose, I have been the recipient of many gifts in my life... some tangible, some intangible... some perfect, some not so much.
Back in 2008, for one of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshops, I wrote a letter to Santa, which you can read right here, about how I was breaking up with him because of his gift-giving missteps (that fat guy does not know me at all).
But today? Today I'm writing about a different sort of gift. A gift that was most definitely not a misstep. And it wasn't from Mr. Claus, but from one of his elves -- an elf who lives right here in Pigsknuckle.
I have this friend, you see. His name is Loren... though for the purpose of this post, I will refer to him as 'Lorwyn' (as that's, you know, what I call him [well, it's the name I can write here and still stay PG-rated]). Anyway, Lorwyn is, quite possibly, the best gift-giver I have ever met.
His gifts are epic. The thought and effort he puts into them is simply beyond my comprehension. And even when you want to be mad at him for spending too much or doing too much or very nearly getting himself arrested for skulking around your yard, planting 200 candy-filled eggs at dark o'clock on Easter morning, you can't.
(For the record, I'm still finding those damned eggs... every time I mow the lawn, another one miraculously appears.)
However, Lorwyn and I decided two Christmases ago that we weren't going to spend much on each other's gifts, as money was tight.
And I? Stuck to our agreement. To be honest, I don't really recall what I got him, though it was probably something like a bag of M&Ms and a 12-pack of toilet paper.
What? Toilet paper is practical, people.
So we met up for breakfast, as we hadn't seen each other in a while, and we exchanged gifts. I handed Lorwyn the TP and M&Ms...
And he called the crane operator to lift mine onto the table.
I kid you not, the package weighed approximately 3,647 pounds.
OK, hyperbole aside, it was freakin' heavy.
He heaved it over to me and I gingerly unwrapped it...
It was a binder. A 3-ring binder, to be specific. Blue. Thick. Like, 6 or 7 inches thick. Like, I didn't know they made binders that thick.
And in it...
My entire blog.
All 400+ posts.
Printed... each sheet placed in its own plastic protector... all the posts and pictures in order, from newest to oldest.
My entire blog.
You see, I had once (just once, but that's all it takes with Lorwyn) mentioned that I was afraid Blogger was going to lose my blog one day (it had happened to someone I know)... and since many of my posts were written right here, I hadn't ever saved them anywhere. And if my blog somehow disappeared, big chunks of my life would be gone.
And that? Would be awful. It worried me.
But I never imagined, not in a million years, that anyone would take the time, energy, effort, and money to print out every single post, protect every page, and then hand them to me in a binder that weighed 3,647 pounds.
It was overwhelming.
There were tears.
And not just from the hernia.
And it almost - almost - made up for the time Lorwyn called me a bitch.