Wednesday, December 22, 2010
My parents are here, and Mike could hardly wait to see them, so we snuck in a side door in Mike’s wing today bearing his Christmas loot.
When we got to his room, Mike was sound asleep. Same thing happened in October when my parents were here, but that time he was not up for company. This time could not have been more different.
I gave Mike a little nudge, and he was up, on his feet and exclaiming, “I’ll be damned!” in under two seconds.
Everyone hugged and laughed, and I gave Mike his Christmas goodies. In return, he pulled out the giant shopping bag he had snuck out of the Christmas Bazaar a while back. It was filled with four individually, and beautifully, decorated Christmas bags—but we weren’t supposed to open them till we got home. (We did not.)
The sun was out, so my parents and I walked around outside. We ran into David Fox and Bill Crowell, who finally met my parents. “You’re a big guy,” Bill said to my dad. “I hope it’s OK that I hug your daughter from time to time.” (It is.)
We didn’t stay long because we knew we’d be back Christmas Eve, but it was very nice to have some one-on-one time with Mike outside of Bingo duties.
We opened our lovely gift bags when we got home—three adorable Christmas mugs filled with hot-chocolate mix, marshmallows and candy canes, and one adorable set of notecards with delicious-looking soup photos and recipes. Carson claimed the Christmas goose mug, and I snatched the notecards—perfect for thanking a very special man for going way above and beyond the friendship call of duty.
My parents are here, and Mike could hardly wait to see them, so we snuck in a side door in Mike’s wing today bearing his Christmas loot.
When we got to his room, Mike was sound asleep. Same thing happened in October when my parents were here, but that time he was not up for company. This time could not have been more different.
I gave Mike a little nudge, and he was up, on his feet and exclaiming, “I’ll be damned!” in under two seconds.
Everyone hugged and laughed, and I gave Mike his Christmas goodies. In return, he pulled out the giant shopping bag he had snuck out of the Christmas Bazaar a while back. It was filled with four individually, and beautifully, decorated Christmas bags—but we weren’t supposed to open them till we got home. (We did not.)
The sun was out, so my parents and I walked around outside. We ran into David Fox and Bill Crowell, who finally met my parents. “You’re a big guy,” Bill said to my dad. “I hope it’s OK that I hug your daughter from time to time.” (It is.)
We didn’t stay long because we knew we’d be back Christmas Eve, but it was very nice to have some one-on-one time with Mike outside of Bingo duties.
We opened our lovely gift bags when we got home—three adorable Christmas mugs filled with hot-chocolate mix, marshmallows and candy canes, and one adorable set of notecards with delicious-looking soup photos and recipes. Carson claimed the Christmas goose mug, and I snatched the notecards—perfect for thanking a very special man for going way above and beyond the friendship call of duty.
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