I met up with some friends after work yesterday, for coffee and holiday catching-up. Brian joined us for awhile, to say hi to everyone, and get his own fix of caffeine, chocolate, and sugar. It was a nice couple hours of chit-chat and cutting up. And hugging. We are a huggy lot, have you figured that out yet?
And Brian's friend Seth, in town for the holidays, stopped in to see us also. Here's Brian, ruining the picture, unbeknownst to Seth:
Brian showed up with a little bag full of gifts for me. He'd given me my "big gift" on Christmas morning (a beautiful necklace), but had left, he said "some trinkets" in his backpack at a friend's house. He sat down and began, "I didn't have wrapping paper, so I'll just have to hand them to you." I closed my eyes as he placed each item in my hand.
First up: A candle! A Yankee candle, a scent called "Midsummer's Night." Just as I was smelling it and thinking it was right up my alley, he said "it smells like a good man, Mom."
You know what that means?
BRIAN READS MY BLOG!! Whoo hoo, ::little Mommy Happy Dance::
Next in my hand, I identify easily: Packets of seeds. Curious, I thought; what kind of seeds?
Basil! Basil seeds! I know it seems silly, but I was shocked at how well my kid knows me...or that he's really paying attention. Heh heh.
This child of mine does not eat basil! While I spend the summer planting it, buying bundles of it at the farmer's market, stringing it up around the house to dry, and researching various means of preserving it for winter cooking, I've always assumed he was completely tuned out.
But no. I got basil seeds.
They will go down in history as one of my all time favorite gifts.
I smiled through a few more gifts, each absolutely perfect for me: A rubber stamp of an artist's wooden mannekin, along with pencils, a sharpener, and a kneadable eraser.
My son left me speechless yesterday. He reinforced something that I knew to be true at one time, but had lost track of, when he flew the coop: No one really knows me better.
Not even me, sometimes.