"What is it?"
"No. I can see it is a clown. I mean..." I searched my brain, what did I mean? He took me by surprise, this seventeen year old boy. Who gives their girlfriend a miniature clown? Roses, now I knew what to do with roses. But clowns?
"Don't you like it?"
"Oh, well... yeah, it's cute... Why are you giving me a clown?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "It made me smile. I guess I thought you could use a smile."
Perfect. The clown was perfect.
That was the first of many smiles that boy found to give me.
One Christmas he bought me a Chihuahua. He hated Chihuahuas. But my first fury was very sick and he wanted me to have another little friend with soft ears to cry on when she passed away.
The pup was perfect.
One birthday he bought me a thesaurus and wrote in it, " I hope this helps your words to be seen by the world one day." He'd seen me pace and cry over words. I guess he'd also noticed me stroking dictionaries and the like in bookstores. More importantly, he knew I had a dream. I hadn't even admitted that to myself.
The thesaurus was perfect.
Then one May he bought me a ring.
Eleven years later two little boys ask to look at that pretty rock. My eldest wants to hear the stories. "Tell me about the clown again Mommy."
I have a few smile bearers now.
But he was the first.
I will forever be grateful.
What about you? Who or what brings you a smile?