When I was younger my mom's side of the family had an annual Grandkid's Pool Party where my Grandma could give us all birthday gifts and then 10 secs later we could jump in the pool. Sweet gig. We even ate bikini-clad cookie bears on a stick. Believe it.
After my Grandma passed away, we kept the tradition going and got together every summer to exchange presents with one another. Well, I'm not the best present-list maker. I've always struggled to come up with something other than just a gift card. That doesn't fly with this side of the family.
I remember distinctly my 13 birthday and coming up completely dry for what to put on my list. I already had a Tiger stuffed animal written down, but had to come up with at least three items. For some reason I wrote down a fan. Apparently I was concerned about overheating in my parent's air conditioned house. Well, wouldn't you know it, I actually got that fan from my Aunt Theresa. And at the time I was like, "No seriously, you gave me a fan?" To which my mom responded, "But it's what you asked for." To which I snarked back, "But I didn't mean it."
I'm now sitting in my apt, barely moving, sweat trickling down my back and brow and that same fan is pointed at my glistening mug. I've had that fan for 10 years. I took it to college. Moved it half-way across the country. It's probably the one thing from when I was that young that I still. Something that I care enough to take with me.
Aunt Theresa, thank you for that fan. It is the one thing between me and a bullet to the temple. DID I MENTION IT IS HOT?