Just when you think you have someone figured out, after decades of marriage, and they go and surprise you.
Yesterday my hubby suddenly announced he’d ordered something and had forgotten to pick it up. Did I want to go with him? (I had no clue what he was talking about and he didn’t offer any hints.) Um, no. I had other things to do. So off he goes. I figured it was just here in town, but 2 hours later he still wasn’t home. I was getting worried.
He finally pulls into the drive, admitting he’d gone to Tulsa. Yes, there’d been an accident – a 4 car pile-up – but luckily he wasn’t involved. Still didn’t tell me what he’d gone after. Whatever.
An hour later, while sitting in our recliners, he hands me an unwrapped small box. “It’s a really late Christmas and New Year’s present,” he states. What in the world? I pull the lid off, and there I find a silver business card case with what looks like wood and Mother of Pearl along the lower edge.
My name is engraved on the top.
My heart does a little flutter. How sweet. And thoughtful! He just sits there grinning, not saying much.
As most women do when buying a new purse, I have to look inside. Heck, I know it’s empty, but have to look anyway. Boy, was I surprised!
Engraved on the underside of the lid is: Grave Secrets, then Alaska Heat.
(The story I just sold and the one I’m polishing before I submit it for consideration.) THAT’S when I went all gushy! Getting a card case is one thing. Having the names of my stories engraved on it is just SOOO romantic!
I still smile as I think about his thoughtfulness, even if he did forget about the gift after he’d bought it. Silly man. 🙂