Room for More(92)By: Beth Ehemann
“How much do I love you guys?” I followed Brody to the door.
“More than all the stars in the sky and the waves in the sea,” they sang together.
“And how much do I love you?” Brody asked them before leaning in close to me and whispering, “Listen to this.”
“More than all the zeros in your new contract.” Piper giggled.
I smacked him on the arm. “You’re terrible.”
“I taught it to them at dinner when you were talking to your mom. Pretty awesome, huh?”
“Go.” I pushed him down the hall. “Good night, girls.”
“Night, Twinkies!” he called over me.
“Night, Mom! Night, Brody!”
“I’m exhausted,” I whined, collapsing onto the couch in the family room.
“No, no. You’re not gonna lay there and fall asleep.” Brody grabbed my hands and tried to pull me back up. “I still have to give you your present. Come on. Up.”
“Where are we going?”
“Outside? Can’t you bring it here? I’m tired.” I laughed.
“Who’s the pain in the ass now?” he teased, leading me toward the front door. “Let’s go.”
We walked out the front door and he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stairs and to the right, around the side of the house.
“Uh, last time you led me this way, I lost a tank top.” I giggled, again trying not to step on anything.
He turned back to me. “Keep walking, birthday girl.”
We got to the back of the house and started our way down the hill when a light up ahead caught my eye. I squinted through the darkness and realized it wasn’t a light, but a row of lanterns on the pier.
“What did you do?” I squeezed his hand and grinned at him as we got to the edge of the sand.
We stepped onto the creaky wood and I stopped walking for a minute, taking in how amazing it was. Little silver lanterns lined both sides of the pier, lighting the whole thing up just beautifully.
“Come on.” He gently pulled on my hand again.
As we got closer to the end of the pier, I finally noticed the white box with a perfectly tied red bow sitting at the end.
“What’s that?” I cooed.
He bent over and picked it up, handing it to me. “Happy birthday, Kacie.”
I tugged on one end of the bow and it unraveled smoothly. Wrapping my hand around it so it didn’t drop in the water, I lifted the lid of the box and moved the tissue paper to the side.
Confused, I frowned up at Brody. “My View-Master?”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Look at it.”
I handed him the box to hold as I raised the View-Master to my eyes, aiming toward the lanterns for backlight. Blinking for a second so my eyes could adjust, the first picture I saw was of Lucy, Piper, and I in our matching Wild jerseys from his first home game.
“Oh my God!” I peeked over the top at him. “How did you do this?”
“Keep going.” He laughed.
I pulled the orange tab down. The next picture was of Brody and me walking the red carpet on our way into the Wild Kids charity event last year.
“Holy shit! This is so awesome,” I said, pulling the tab down again.
Picture number three was taken last fall, right in the exact spot we were standing in. It was one of my favorite pictures ever. The sky was painted pink and purple and the sun was setting perfectly right behind my mom and Fred as they exchanged wedding vows.
I anxiously blinked a couple times to clear the tears from my eyes so I could go to the next picture.
This one was taken at Brody’s parents’ house. It was of Brody, me, his mom and dad, Shae, and her new fiancé, Ricky. The picture was a little crooked because we had Lucy take it, but you could clearly see Shae showing off her new engagement ring. Brody’s fear had come true—his sister was going to be Shae May.
“This is just the coolest thing ever, Brody. I want to do this with all my pictures.” I sniffed, pulling the tab again.
Picture five was of Viper, Brody, and the girls from the first time they taught them how to ice skate. Not many kids could say that the first time they ice skated was on a professional hockey rink with two professional hockey players as teachers. The smiles on their faces were priceless, just like this gift.