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April 15, 2003
I am going to start this entry by taking you back. Back to a time when I was madly searching EVERYWHERE for Spiderman underwear…
When Maxwell had officially earned the title of “potty trained” I would have bought him anything. Had my two year old come to me requesting a Cherry-Red-Mustang I would have found a car seat to match. Had he have asked me to fly him to the moon and back I would have immediately started negotiations with NASA. But the only request that my innocent little man made was for a pair of Spiderman underwear. The one thing that I couldn’t give him. I scoured our little city in search of a lone pair of underwear adorning a Spiderman image only to be faced with endless racks of Bob the Builder. Bob the Builder can you help me? Bob the Builder NO YOU CAN’T! Then just when I thought that I would have to teach my two year old the life’s lesson of how to settle I received an email from a fellow MT writer. Stephanie had done it. She had located Spiderman underwear and was actually willing to send them to me! I could have kissed her.
So last night is where our story picks up. Stephanie and I have spoken on the phone a couple of times and each time our phone conversation ended with a warning about the impending package that I was to be receiving from her. She told me that in addition to the long sought after underwear that she would be including a few “special” items that would be sure to torment the new dog and make me crazy. So when Mike walked in the door with a large box from Colorado I didn’t know whether to run and hide or hurry and open it. Maxwell made the decision for me. He tore into that thing like no ones business. This is when the semi-innocent box took on a life of it's own and became more like one of those clown cars. The one’s that, regardless of their miniature size, can produce 20 clowns in a matter of seconds. First Maxwell pulled out an amazing Spiderman backpack that he thought was undoubtedly the coolest thing ever. That is until he saw the torture device that Stephanie had been referring to. A real Spiderman skateboard. Now what two year old doesn’t need one of those? In his attempt to unhook the skateboard from his new back pack he discovered the endless pairs of Spiderman underwear that were hidden inside along with a package of Batman underwear, Spiderman Underoos, and the cutest pair of Spiderman boxer shorts I have ever seen. Now many of you are probably thinking that it ended here. Well you, like I, would be wrong. I continued to look in the box and found 5 new outfits for our unborn child. I was speechless. I met Maxwell’s glimmer filled eyes with my tear filled ones and began to explain to him who all these wonderful gifts were from. By the end of our conversation he had proclaimed his love for Stephanie and was fully decked out in Spiderman from head to toe.
I never understood people who had Internet romances or met people that they would proclaim were their best friends on the Internet. But I now have a new perspective. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be talking to some strange woman that I met on the Internet AND accepting gifts from this person I would have told you that you were crazy. But here I am. I have met a wonderful woman whom I can see myself befriending for the rest of my life. She has welcomed me into her life and shared endless hilarious and heartfelt stories about her family. I think of her often and wonder when we will be able to meet face to face. She is already a special person in Maxwell’s life (I mean heck the woman bought him a skateboard) as well as in mine.
Thank you so much Stephanie for the wonderful gifts. Your package is currently under construction and let me end this part of the story by saying: If you thought a skateboard was torture…just wait!
I have many funny tidbits about Maxwell that I could include, but I think I will dedicate this entry to Stephanie and to opening our minds and hearts to new friendships no matter where they begin.
Love Nicole
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