I get home from work on December 22nd, 2014 in the early evening, carrying my bags, binders, and change of shoes (I don’t like wearing heels driving) in my arms and fumbling through the door. Steve hands me the phone and tells me to call my mom on her cell phone ASAP, not letting me empty my hands or take of my coat and boots. His sense of urgency concerned me a little, thinking that maybe something is wrong, or something urgent is going on. I call her cell phone. She answers and says hello, and after a few seconds on small talk her and my dad emerge from our bedroom. SURPRISE! All the way from Ontario, Canada, they surprised both the Artist and myself that night. We talk often enough, that they new the Artist was home during the days and I was at work. They knew we had one car, that I used it to get to work during weekdays. Minutes before I arrived home, they had called the Artist to have him come down and let them in the front door of our apartment building, as you need a key. He thought it was a joke- he and my mother have a very sarcastic dialogue. But there they were, standing in the rain, waiting to be let inside. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I have never been surprised like that before- they came from SO far! It’s not like they stopped by on their way home……they drove down from another country. We were unable to make it home for the holidays for both time and financial constraints, so they came to us! They skipped all other holiday gatherings to spend the holidays with us ❤
And they brought a million presents!!!
I come from a small town, and everyone knew about the surprise. Lots of folks sent gifts for us down with them, and holidays cards as well. I know this is going to sound SO cliche, but it was a Christmas miracle ❤ My family doesn’t have much, but they are willing to spend what they do have one us ❤ I am so grateful to have such a wonderful family- there are no words.
We enjoyed some local museums, shopping, and lots of cooking. And of course, lots of cooking meant lots of eating. They even brought down a bunch of my favourite snacks from home that are unavailable here. It was very hard when they left the following weekend. There were many tears. I think I am still recovering from the post-holiday blues……
To get ours spirits up, the Artist gave me my first tattoo on New Years Day. Actually, he gave me two!
The one on my finger is the crown motif in Basquiat’s paintings, and the Artist has a larger version of this one his ankle. This was his first time doing a tattoo on someone else other then himself. The one on my heel is the deathly hallows symbol from Harry Potter. These are both very intimately meaningful to me in so many ways, but I am not going to divulge them on here. Instead, ask me sometime.
As they heal, they are becoming more of a grey tone then black, and I have no idea why. My skin is crazy, the Artist said I am like a member of X-Men. I never get sun burns, I have very little body hair, and my skin is very oily and soft. Like, so oily. These tattoos have healed very well, and have caused me little inconvenience. So we will see how they finish up!
Happy holidays ❤