Okay...so, I have this awesome husband...not sure if I've mentioned him before or not.
He truly is an awesome guy. Loving, patient, kind, thoughtful...ahem...thoughtful?!
My man is not known for his gift giving abilities...he is a spur of the moment, run to the grocery store and pick up a houseplant and a bag of Skittles, kind of a gift giver.
He's an amazing man (just ah...lacking in sweet gift giving skillz...) and sometimes I pinch myself 'cuz I think maybe, just maybe...he's a little bit too perfect.
But, don't be alarmed my friends!! No...no...no need to be alarmed! I am going to tell you a little story about how the Mister joined the ranks of mere mortals like the rest of us!
(Shhhhh...don't tell him, but I'm actually a teeny tiny bit relieved to know that he's got a little bit of normal in him!)
my Baby Girl's birthday, a delivery truck shows up.
"Oooooooh!!! Goody, goody, goody!!! A gift for ME!!!" I thought excitedly.
I rush out, snatch the package from the delivery dude's hands and scurry back inside. (The rush, snatch, scurry...more because it is cold here...not because I couldn't wait to get inside with that big box. Well...okay, maybe it was a little of both.)
I set it on the counter and read the label:
C/O Mama M. and Mr. Wonderful
1234 Somewhere St.
Cold as Heck, MN
"Dang...not for me." I thought "It's for you, *mutters under breath* birthday stealer"...and I help her tear into her package.
Not 5 minutes later...there's a delivery truck again!!! "Whooo-hoooo!!!"
Rush, snatch, scurry all over again.
This time...it is for me!! It's for me! It's for ME!!!
However...I'm totally intrigued...and a little afraid of the box:
"Berries?"...weird gift, but I'm goin' with it...it is the dead of winter here in frigid MinneSOOOOta, fresh fruit is hard to come by.
"Who the heck woulda sent me berries?" I keep thinking over and over...all the whilst snapping photos, thinking I'm on to something great.
I finally decide to open the box...I just can not stand the suspense any longer.
Ooooh, look! A box within a box!
Now I'm worried...is this gonna be one of those stupid jokes where I just keep opening box after box after box?!
Hold on...not stupid...usually there is something sparkly and shiny and worth a lot of money at the end of those boxes!!
And, look how cute this package is!!
However...now I'm even more worried. You see...there's a certain smell emanating from this box...
Wait...wait...I need to digress a bit here.
Let me tell you a little something about me first.
There are two things I hate in life:
1. Mushrooms *gag*
2. Chocolate and fruit together *gag barf*
Oops...that was three things. Sorry, bear with me.
So, continuing on...
I finish opening the box, and this is what I find:
I'm nearly in tears. (For one, 'cuz my gag reflex is acting up and I'm trying not to barf, and for two...'cuz I'm pissed!)
I'm totally reacting like a girl.
I'm totally reacting like a spoiled brat girl.
I'm hurt. I'm sad.
I can't believe he got me CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES!!
I mean, for Pete's sake!!! Doesn't he know me at all?!?!?!?!
Fighting tears...I'm trying to pull myself together. I'm giving myself the whole, "It's the thought that counts" speech.
I'm thinking..."Yo, spoiled brat self!! Do you have any idea how many women would be crying tears of joy and love over this gift? Pull it together! Don't act so stinkin' spoiled!!!"
So, I pulled it together. I send a text to my beloved, stating simply, "Got your gift! Thanks!"...'cuz I knew I wasn't a good enough actress to pull of a verbal, "Gee, thanks hon!! It's just what I've always wanted!!!"
He called me right away...on. the. phone.
I couldn't hide it. My voice was cracking.
A tear might have even squeezed out (for dang sake! Why do I hafta respond like such a spoiled girl?!)
He was onto me. I confessed...I blurted out, "Do you even know who I am?!!!" (Why, hello dramatic emotional response...)
He confesses, his "gut told him it was a bad gift"...I replied, "well, you're supposed to listen to your gut, dontchaknow?!!!"
All this for a grand life lesson.
I have truly learned the value of heartfelt card.
Never again will I bemoan the simple gesture of a well thought out card.
Talk about humble pie.
Hmmmm...think I can make Humble Pie with chocolate covered strawberries?
Heck...at least he didn't send carnations, too!