The man that came, The Christmas that went

What is value? Perhaps it’s the priced items that you possess,’ or it’s the items that you capture and remember for as long as you can. We can only determine what we want for as long as we let our minds set value. Value is more than just two objects. For me it’s more than a thought or even a memory. It’s what we have, it’s what we like. And sometimes an individual would rather have one thing than the other, but in my case I have to pick. So, I picked two memories with a cost. I picked the memory of Christmas with the cost of my IPod and the memory of my dad returning from Afghanistan. If you continue to listen to my rampage and inconspicuous story than you will see that I value my family and its moments, time and the story that will make you think. I value both priced and priceless because I can't pick which would sound better in my story.  
The smell of spice and pine spreads through the air giving me the comfort of the holidays. My eyes translate the beautiful unique snowflakes. My breath making a blotted circle on the window ruins, the image outside. I snuggle in tightly with my blanket letting my body circulate the warmth. Its Christmas morning and I almost forgot what the beginning of Decembers spirit was getting me ready for. I was the first one awake and I felt so accomplished because I’m always the last one awake, every Christmas. As every kid would in my house I crept down stairs. My feet made no noise so it was easy to be sneaky. When I approached the living room my beautiful Christmas tree was overwhelmed with presents. My heart felt warm and my stomach had the butterflies because I was so excited. I ran up the stairs with acceleration going through me, my heart was pounding and I carefully woke up all my sisters. Than we all scrambled into my mother and father’s room. We jumped on them making them get up. “Santa had definitely come”, I said to my sister Lizzie. And that excited look crossed her face, we all ran down stairs and the sound of gasps filled the room. My mother and father approached the room with happy looks on their face. As I grabbed my first present I thought about the iPod that had really wanted. I unwrapped it and saw the plastics case that said “iPod touch” and I was amazed it was the newest one to. That was the priced item that I love.

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND. The man who stood by me thick and thin, the loving father that anyone would just die for, is my dad. My father Chad Houle is in the National Guard. He was gone for a whole entire year and my family and I missed him like crazy. That affect typically affected me because I am the oldest and most responsible one in the family, so that meant that I had to do a lot to help my mom. I have Lilly, Sally, Lizzie and Penelope to help with those are all my sisters. I love having sisters don’t get me wrong but when my dad was not there it was very hard. It was a time consuming day at school and I was sitting in class taking a test. When I was finished I placed my pencil on my desk and waited patiently for my teacher to collect my test. Once the people that were not done were finished we were talking about the ancient Greeks. The class phone had interrupted and with a loud mocking ring. I was told to go to the office because I was being dismissed. My assistant teacher Mrs. Nasser had walked me down. I was so curious about what I was being called down for. I saw that my dad, who was still in his Army combat uniform, was standing there with smirks on his face. My heart raced and I ran with my arms out hugging him. I felt a big relief that finally he was back. I missed him so much he is the best. The teachers eyes were watering around me I was in hysterics myself feeling like there was no control for my feelings. That was the best moment I had ever been through just knowing that my dad was there for me. I wouldn’t trade that part of my day for anything because that was a something that I value more than anything. My dad is the best most unpredictable most lovable dad ever in the whole world, he is my hero.

Now I’m supposed to tell you how my items are similar. They are similar because they both have value to them. Christmas mourning and getting my iPod was priced and then when my dad returned from Afghanistan that was the priceless moment.                                                                       These items are different because ones priced and ones priceless. The way I value these items are by thinking of the most important things to me. One bought and one moment, its very important to me that I come across what I value because if I never think about it, than there is no important thought about what matters to you.
Value is the characteristic that makes up what is important to us in our lives. To me valuing who my dad is and the enjoyment on Christmas is what I will value for the rest of my life and what will never change.