This is in response to the Daily Prompt, which was “Pride and Joy: Describe your prize possession.”
My prize possession is in my shirt pocket. It is a pewter and brass steampunk style pocket watch on a generous length of chain. The cover flips open to serve as a magnifying glass. No batteries, no beeping, no lights. Just a journey to where I want to be mentally, every minute I need a “fix.”
But what makes it my prize possession is that eleven months ago, as we sat down to my daughter’s rehearsal dinner, she and her groom to be handed out small gift bags to the wedding party. I was already in such a wonderful mood that I cannot adequately describe the feeling. Okay, I’ll try, if you insist: We had practiced what I consider to be a perfect ceremony earlier in the day, and now we were capping it with an enjoyable get together, knowing that the following day would be splendid beyond any experience to date (which it was!).
But here to top it off was a generous little gift. I love little gifts, no matter what they are. Everything from the thoughtfulness of the giver to the anticipation and excitement of the recipient makes gift giving one of the most remarkable and joyous things we do as a species. As I opened the small box, I actually didn’t care what it was going to be…a nail file perhaps–I was simply lost in the moment itself. But when I saw that watch, I do believe I actually yelped loudly. It was incredible, and the care that my daughter and pending son in law had shown in selecting such a marvel was immediately apparent, and humbling.
I take it out not to check the time; we can look in any direction these days and see something glowing with the approximate time. I take it out for an instant anniversary, and know that I am lucky to have these two loving and loveable new adults in my pocket.
Speculative Paradigm Shifts 