Christmas Eve was such a stressful evening. Anthony was over, helping me put together gifts for my children. I bought my son a basketball hoop, which went up easily. To build my daughter's Barbie house, I pulled everything out of the box and started to put it together. However, we soon realized that the manufacturer had not put in locks with the screws. I couldn't do anything but cry. Anthony was there to wipe my tears and come up with a plan. Christmas morning with the kids was a success until the wind came along and knocked over my son's basketball hoop and snapped the backboard off. Again, the tears began to flow, but Tony was there to pick up the pieces.
I didn't think the day could get any worse, but I was fooling myself. I had placed my turkey in the refrigerator five nights ahead of time, thinking that it was enough time. Well, I guess not because my turkey was still frozen. Again, the tears came. With the rain pounding down and everything going wrong, Anthony suggested that we open the gifts from each other to relieve some of the stress. Being very shy and not knowing how to react, Anthony would scoot a little bit closer to me with each gift that I opened.
I was onto my last gift, which I opened to find a hooded sweatshirt. I thanked Anthony for the great gifts, and he looked on speechless. As I was folding the sweatshirt, I looked down at the pocket and saw a little blue box. As I opened it, Tony got down on one knee with a tear in his eye and took my hand. He said, "Misty will you be mine forever? " I got teary-eyed and said yes because he was my Christmas angel. The rest of the day seemed to go perfectly.