Yesterday, Uncle Steve's amazingly generous friend drove his Lamborghini to our family cottage. Just to see James. We couldn't tell James beforehand. He would have been devastated if it didn't happen, and honestly, the anticipation would have been too much for him to handle.
As much as I knew he was going to love it, I didn't expect to be able to share the experience with family and friends who weren't there. I've been trying for months to convey James' love for cars, but I can't do it justice through my own words. It needs to come directly from him. And he is so nervous around cameras that it is difficult to capture his enthusiasm in a photo. He always looks strained and nervous when he looks towards the lens.
But when you watch this video, you'll understand. Completely.
We coaxed James to sit in it and took a ton of photos. He was too nervous to go for a ride, but was happy to watch his cousin and uncle go. He walked around the car hundreds of times, memorizing every detail, and talked to Steve's friend a mile a minute. They were talking in a language that many of us there were in awe of, but could not fully understand.
And then, well after all the photos were taken and Steve and his friend went for a drive to the beach, everyone moved on to play games and get ready for dinner.
That is, everyone except James.
Because for everyone else, it was a great afternoon with a super nice guy and a really, really cool car. But for James, it was something much, much more.