When Brent returned home at the end of the Fall semester for his Winter break, we made plans to get together immediately. We were beside ourselves with anticipation! Through our letters, we had learned a great deal more about each other and our connection and mutual admiration had grown deeper. Yet, it was our arms that longed to embrace and our lips that waited eagerly for that first kiss. When it came, it was nothing less than wonderful!
We saved December 23rd to ourselves so that we could exchange gifts privately and spend time alone together outside of our traditional holiday family gatherings. Little did I know the surprise Brent had for me up his sleeve. It took me a minute to recognize.
“Merry Christmas, L-a-R-o-n-d-a,” Brent said using sign language and finger-spelling. “I love you.”
“Merry Christmas to you too,” I signed in return, and then it hit me! “Brent! You’re signing! How wonderful!”
In his best sign language, Brent continued to explain how over the last semester, he had secretly taken a sign language class to be able to communicate better with me. He had kept it secret as a part of his special Christmas gift to be presented to me upon his return. I was overjoyed! I bounced around the house announcing Brent’s new skill to my family, which won him points, especially with Mama. Brent’s acceptance of my hearing loss and total commitment toward communication with me was clearly evident with this special gift.
