The first surprise gift that Scott gave me was when we got together in June 2016 for a get-acquainted and renew a friendship from the past in a five day adventure in Billings, Montana, and a quick trip to Yellowstone Park. We had worked together in the Chicago area at Burger King restaurants in 1979. Our lives went very different directions after a short, somewhat difficult work experience together. We reconnected on FaceBook after some 35+ years later. We got fairly well acquainted via texting and a few phone calls. So, this trip together in Montana was our first real meeting in 3+ decades. That first encounter is a story unto its self.
Jumping ahead a few days, we are saying our “good-byes” at the Billings airport. Scott reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small jewelry gift box and hands it to me. I open it to find a tiny silver buffalo on a thin leather cord long enough to go around my neck. After our heroing adventures the past several days, I wasn’t sure Scott would ever want to see me again. I would not have blamed him.
Tears welled up in my eyes and hope eked into a corner of my heart. The good-bye hug was a bit tighter and a bit warmer after such a thoughtful gift and remembrance of the many buffalo we encountered in Yellowstone. We wave good-bye as he disappeared into the revolving doors of the airport. There was still a small inkling of doubt as to whether I would ever hear from him again.
We did reconnect and more amazing jewelry surprises were gifted to me at unexpected moments along with flowers and décor items over the years.
Since that moment in time in 2016, we have moved too many times with the painful task of getting rid of items that we just won’t be able to take with us so adding décor items to what we already have doesn’t make a lot of sense. AND I have a chest full of amazing jewelry that Scott has surprised me with throughout the years. I rarely have places to wear all the lovely things he’s given me.
Like most of us, I like something sweet at the end of our dinner meal. There’s always ice cream, sometimes a baked good, but currently, my favorite are a few pieces of Bit-O-Honey taffy. I had run out a few weeks ago so had to make due with whatever I could find that satisfied that sweet desire each evening.
Then what should appear on the counter after Scott had been to Hudson for one of his appointments but a giant bag of Bit-O-Honeys from Fleet Farm. Wow! This man still knows how to make may day!
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