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My Christmas Gift

12/29/2017

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Rrrrringggg…my phone went off. I looked at it and was excited to pick it up because it was my god-father calling. I answered my phone with enthusiasm in my voice, like I always do, “Heyyyyyy,’” I said. “Hey,” said my god-father. My godfather has always been in my life, along with his wife, my god-mother. These two treat me like I am their biological daughter; it’s been this way since day one. My mom couldn’t have chosen better people to be apart of my life.
 
“What you doing?” said my God-father. “Nothing,” I said. We’ll be by there in a minute to drop off your Christmas gift,” he said. I knew that I would get a nice gift from them because they are very up to date on the latest trends and technology. I heard a knock on the door and I went to open it. It was my god-parents. If I could pick one word to describe them it would be resiliency. I’ve seen them both stand the test of times, and each time they were faced with life’s adversities they came out on top still standing. They may not know but they have taught me lessons just by the way they live their lives.
 
I greeted my god-parents and welcomed them to my kitchen where we sat at my high-kitchen table that I love so very much. I glanced at the bag they put on the table. It was a bag from Kay Jewelers! What? I started thinking to myself, I know they didn’t go all out like this, but it was my god-parents who are known to go all out for me and my god-sister. “Open your gift,” they said. I picked up the Kay’s bag and after what seemed like an eternity I took out the small box. I felt myself blushing, “Oh my goodness,” I said. I could have cried when I opened the box to see a diamond ring! When I looked up my god-parents said, “Will you marry us?”
 
This was the sweetest thing ever. I stood up to hug them both. “We got your god-sister one too and we couldn’t do one thing for one without doing the same for the other,” said my god-father. It’s as if my god-parents knew when to step in and do something this amazing for me! They have seen what I’ve been through these last two years of my life and throughout my entire journey I’ve been able to talk to them about anything. I’m so grateful that when people leave out your life God reveals to you that there are other people who genuinely care for you and love you unconditionally.

​Everything I went through was necessary and was supposed to happen the way that it did to lead up to this very moment. This was a reminder that God hasn’t forgot about me. Life is not a fairytale, however God will orchestrate the steps of others to remind you of his unconditional and unwavering love. I hope this holiday season you acknowledge that there are people who care for you, no matter what your situation looks like. 
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Happy Holidays!
 
Love Trish xoxoxo

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