October 25, 2007
I think one of the great things about having a really, really good husband is being able to be indulged and surprised at the same time. And that I get to laugh. A lot.
So last night my hubby came home (late, after a “team building exercise” that was really just an excuse for him and all his colleagues to leave work early and go play dodgeball on a big trampoline mat) and we were laying in bed talking, which is one of the best parts of my day, and I said, “Sooooo, where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“My present!”
The boy has been saying for days that my present was the BAS sitting in our backyard. Specifically, the larger windows and shutters that he upgraded just for me. Can’t you feel the love?
But he’s also been quite mysterious, and he doesn’t play mysterious well. He can’t lie. He just can’t. And he knows this. When he lies (or tries to lie, that is), he smiles or laughs, and he won’t look me in the eye. I figured this out, oh, like 14 years ago, and he knows it, but he keeps trying and failing miserably.
So when he told me the other night that he had to “stop at the store” on the way home, I knew he was up to something. If he’s got to stop at Sam’s, he says he’s going to Sam’s and he’s getting milk, fruit and cereal and do I need anything. If he’s going to Home Depot, he says he’s going to Home Depot and getting weed killer, lawn bags and fertilizer and do I need anything. If he’s going to “the store” and gives no other details, well, then he’s up to something.
So last night, because I have the patience of a termite, I asked, “Where is it?”
And he indulged me and said I could have my present early. I had to hide in the bathroom while he went and retrieved it from the super-secret hiding place, but I could have it early.
Let’s just say, the boy did good. Goooooood.
First of all, he got me something from Zoe. How adorable is that?! Zoe’s gift is a letter lock charm for my Tiffany bracelet, the letter “Z.” For Zoe, of course. Coincidental that it’s also the initial of our last name? I think not.
He did confess to me later that he hadn’t intended on purchasing the charm; it was an impulse buy.
My husband doesn’t like to frivolously spend money, but he’ll impulse shop in Tiffany & Co. Yep. Pretty sure I picked a good one.
We added the Z to my bracelet right then and there, so I’d get to wear it today. Which I am. And loving it.
Then, he pulled out his gift to me. It was another blue box. Bigger than the first one. Ooooo.
One of the great things about receiving a blue box from Tiffany is that the box itself, with the beautiful white ribbon, is so meaningful. I know that when he pulls out a blue Tiffany bag, with the blue Tiffany box with the white ribbon, that I must be someone very, very special.
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