I hustled off the train from work. I was tired and flustered and ready to move to the next activity of the evening, a play date with friends we hadn't seen in some time. The work day was rough and I'd gone to the doctor that morning so my mind was not centered. I swung open the door to my kids' father's place and rushed in. He had a guest there so I made certain I was polite as I whisked by to get the kids together for the play date.
Everything was a blur... I didn't even hear his guest leave. As I turn to yell another order to the kids I'm handed a small sleek black electronic device... Yes. My iPod color... 60GB! Omfg! I couldn't believe he still had it. Everything stopped. I clicked the lock switch back and played with the dial... It turned on! And he charged it! Holy shit. 1,650 something songs back in my life again. Memories flooded my brain. I flipped it over and I touched the back, "Amber's iPod Given in love"... I remember opening the package. If you recall, Steve Jobs released this service as a way to personalize the hefty gift you were giving to that "special someone". I frigggin' loved Apple Inc. back then!
I recall getting it when the color came out. I recall opening it and filling it with songs and then realizing I had so much memory that I'd never be able to fill it up. I remember using it for pregame mixes for my team's warm up. I recall listening to it on the city bus (we had no kids and rode the bus everywhere). I recall wondering how he got this because we weren't ballin' back then in the slightest. I recall my students being stoked I had one, which is a big deal because I taught at an affluent prep school. I recall never putting it down. I recall it being the beginning of all the great electronic gifts he bought for me... I recall it all.
I stood there frozen. I realized how much I used to love this dude and how much he used to love me... How much he probably still does. Because he could've thrown it in the trash or pawned it long ago. But instead, after a very stressful day, he handed me this memory box, this nostalgic forgotten puzzle piece of our former life... and a side of Chick Fil A. #DayMade.