|"In memory of Aunt Ciria- Awesome Dawson does her favorite thing!”|
By Alan P. Scaglone
Who knew all it would take to surprise an eight year old little boy would be…
Getting up at 4am, driving 40 miles, getting lost, turning around and arriving 5 minutes late…
Just to see him take off on his very FIRST Air Balloon ride!
And all it took was… getting up at 4am on a Sunday morning!
Yeh, you’re right!
IT DID take a lot!
POINTS2PONDER Why do we assume that the best presents are presents? Sometimes, the BEST presents are PRESENCE!
I tried to get my wife to get up with me.
I did everything—“Come on, it will be a cool memory we can make together!”
That didn’t work!
Then I tried “It’s for Dawson—he will be so surprised that we showed up!”
She wasn’t budging.
So finally, I said, as I kissed her goodnight, “Sure would be a wonderful “Just Because I love you” present IF you surprised me and got up in the morning!”
Still had hope!
I have this weird thing about me—I have NEVER used an alarm clock. Never EVER!
My body just knows—when to get up, even when it’s NOT the usual time I get up, like say…. 4am??
And sometimes, it allows me some snooze time… waking up 5 minutes before I have to get up.
So…at 3:55am, my eyes opened, I looked at the clock, rolled over, looked at my wife—She was still sleeping.
I thought, “she knows, she has to get up at 4am, so…she set her alarm clock for 4…I will wait and see… she might surprise me!
3:59am… one minute ‘til her alarm goes off!
My wife lives by an alarm…every morning, it goes off, she hits it, she sleeps through the first snooze, then the 2nd snooze…finally getting up for the 3rd snooze!
So…I waited…4am comes….and goes!
No alarm. She is NOT getting up.
But, I did!
When I walked up, Dawson’s Nana saw me and pointed to where he was.
I walked up and said, “Dawson, this is gonna be so much fun!”
His EYES got as large as saucers and he said “You came to the balloon ride!”
I told him “Where else would I be when you are taking your very first air balloon ride?”
He smiled ear to ear.
We talked about school; we talked about his recent fishing trip to Montana—he caught 36 fish, per his recollection.
We talked about girlfriends—he giggled. Said he had an old girlfriend. The boy is 8 and he has an OLD girlfriend?
He was sitting in the van to go on the ride, and he said, “Will you sit next to me?”
I had to tell him that I wasn’t going on the balloon ride with him-- I just came to see him off and cheer him on.
He was disappointed-- and then kept talking about his new fishing lures.
He loves to fish—like his Dad! He told me “Dad knows how to use all of these lures, and he’s teaching me!”
He grinned talking about his Dad.
We got to the site and watched the air balloon being assembled. It was awesome!
Dawson got to help—he loved that.
Then came the “FIRE”—he was NOT expecting that.
He looked at me and said, “I’m scared! I don’t want to go on that!”
I said, “Come on, you just flew to Montana on a plane to catch 36 fish—this is nothing!”
He looked at me, looked at the big red balloon, looked back at me…and smiled…nervous smile.
They climbed in—Dawson, Nana, Mom and Papa!
Oh yeh—Aunt Ciria was there in spirit!
And I yelled out “You’re not in Kansas anymore!”
I had to say it—come on? I just had to!
And Awesome Dawson was off to celebrate his Nonni’s one year passing!
What a way to go!!!
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