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All I can think about is seeing the look in his eyes when he realizes the gift is for him. Doug and I plot for days how we will spring the surprise on Scott, our soon-to-be college graduate. We are not usually extravagant gift-givers, but unbeknownst to Scott, he's going to get a new Saturn. We contrive a perfect scenario with the car sales guy, who meets us in a restaurant parking lot across from the dealership, pretending to be a client of Doug and Scott's. Just another guy needing a website designed. The guy pulls up to the curb, hops out, shakes hands all around, and starts to hand off his folder of info for Scott's consideration. As Scott opens it, the salesman says, "Do you think you could design something like this?" Scott looks at the paper, confused, disoriented, not yet blinking. "Oh….cute…" he says, dumbly. The paper contains a cranberry colored picture of a Saturn, exactly like the one the guy drove up in, and the URL "ScottRaymondsNewCar.com." Scott's eyes still hold no glimmer of recognition of what he's about to receive. But I can't take my eyes off his. Any second now…any second! "Maybe," the salesman continues, "you need to step over here to get a better idea of what I'm talking about…" And he leads Scott, like a sheep, to the cranberry car. I stare, mesmerized, energized, as Scott's eyes register the truth. One blink, the confusion disappears. Two blinks, could it be? Three blinks, disbelief of the reality before him. Four blinks, utter joy! The heavenly Father spends eternity waiting, watching for a glimmer of recognition in His child's eyes. "Any second now," He must be thinking, "she'll receive the gift of My Son! Any second now…" And all He can think about is seeing the look in my eyes when I realize the Gift is for me.
Posted by Katy on 06/27/01 at 02:17 PM
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