And yet, its luster is already starting to fade. In fact, this morning when I woke up, I'd forgotten I had it. But I eventually remembered.
When I first received it, though, it was like WHAMMO! Wow, I was so in the moment! I got rather emotional, really. I just couldn't contain myself. My hands came up to my face to try to stifle my squeals.
Then, I just wanted to keep it all to myself. I just wasn't ready to share it with the world. I could imagine people seeing it and being all, "Oooh, where'd you get it!?" "Wow, that's really something!" "Can I touch it?!"
So I sheltered it, even though I knew that I would eventually have to expose the gift since I couldn't just leave it home by itself while I went about my day. I took pains to suppress its sparkle, thinking maybe I could get it to blend in, and no one would know what I had!
My efforts worked pretty well, actually, and eventually, I felt comfortable going out into the world with it. It was kind of titillating, to be out walking around with it in my possession without anyone really noticing.
But I noticed. I knew what I had. The whole time, I would feel it and be reminded. Once in a while, I'd take a furtive peek at it to make sure it wasn't busting out of its disguise in all its radiance.
Now, it's like it's become part of me. It's blended in on its own and no longer seems like this separate entity, a meaningful presence with a mind of its own. I've nearly fully absorbed it into my own being.
But dang, it was a Mother of a bruised bump when I first got it.
Razzum Frazzum Frackum Frickum dog crate, right where my shin was going!
Linking up with Mama Kat again this week for the prompt:
3.) Something new.