So, I'm not sure I like surprises. It seems that everytime my husband tries to surprise me by holding off on the expected I start to harbor resentment. Then he pulls something off that just makes me feel guilty for having been upset in the first place.
Like my first birthday after we were married. I didn't know it until the next day, but I was pregnant then too. (Could it just be I don't like surprises when I'm pregnant? There's a thought. ) When I came home from work and Jhonny gave me the impression he hadn't planned anything special, I just got upset. Later when I opened our front door to a huge "Surprise!" party with our friends, cake and balloons, boy did I feel dumb.
Every year on Valentine's Day, I wake up to roses and candy and a beautiful card that is usually pretty perfect. This year, I got nothing. When I got home from Jessica's dance lessons later that evening, I prepared something nice for the occasion - very untypical for a dance lesson night when I usually get home and say "Fend for yourselves people!" I expected to see my roses on the table when I walked in - again nothing.
Every year on Valentine's Day, I wake up to roses and candy and a beautiful card that is usually pretty perfect. This year, I got nothing. When I got home from Jessica's dance lessons later that evening, I prepared something nice for the occasion - very untypical for a dance lesson night when I usually get home and say "Fend for yourselves people!" I expected to see my roses on the table when I walked in - again nothing.
So all through dinner I got more and more irritated and hurt by what seemed to be the obvious oversight and lack of planning. As I cleaned the dishes and got the girls ready for bed, Jhonny suggested dessert. I was in no mood for dessert. Jessica came and dragged me back from Lily's room to the kitchen where the lights had been turned off. I turned them on now suspecting something was up. There was my card and on the table with a box of 6 huge chocolate covered strawberries and a romantic chick flick to watch for the evening. Two little stuffed dogs with chocolate york patties were in place for the girls. Our Jhonny did think of us. The card was beautiful and I wondered how he managed to pull it off. Once again, I felt dumb and relieved that my honey did NOT forget me.
You'd think he'd learn his lesson by now to not leave a pregnant moody wife hanging. The important thing is that Jhonny does come through. . . and that is something to be grateful for. I'm probably most thankful for the fact that he tries pretty hard to please me. I have to admit, no matter how annoyed or irritated I may temporarily become, I've got a good man who never leaves me stewing for too long. So, Honey, if you're reading this - Thank you for loving me and for the yummy strawberries. You can't know how much it means to me to have you in my life. I love you, babe!
