New Toys

His eyes teared up as he spoke with conviction, “It’s like the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Rocky, it’s not your birthday.”

Then we laughed. I knew what he meant.
He was on his way to buy the bike of dreams & was slightly enthusiastic.

When I met Rocky, he had two things that meant the world to him. A sporty little black coupe & a bull mastiff, Max. Rocky didn’t blink an eye when it was time to sell his car in order to get a “Kevin friendly” suv. Since then, he rotates between his old Suzuki bike & a car that somehow makes it to work everyday. He loves putting miles on that little thing & never complains. Although he does sometimes mention that without air conditioning his 30 minute commute kind of sucks.

This week it seemed the motorcycle gods decided he needed a break. He found a buyer for his current bike & a shop in Columbus posted a Hayabusa in {of course} black. I will admit that I couldn’t remember the name of it & did a search on Google for Suzuki H… in order to figure out how to spell it. All I can tell you is that he is crazy about it.

Some parts of our life haven’t been easy peesy {as Kevin would say}. I think we’ve ridden the roller coaster with white knuckles & came out breathlessly leaning on each other. He’s taken care of our little family from Afghanistan, from a wheelchair, & from blood sweat & tears as he has ripped this little house apart in order to build it into something better for us.

My heart was just so happy to see how happy he was.

He tells me that he can’t think of anything else he could possibly want. I have a feeling that sometime soon he’s going to find a little droopy eyed, slobbering, four legged friend that wants to live with us & play frisbee with all the mans.

Honestly, I can’t wait.♥