When I was at my boyfriend's house yesterday evening, he told me I couldn't go into the garage ... that my birthday present was in there. That piqued my curiosity!! After just a few minutes, he told me I could have my present early if I wanted.
At this point, I had a real internal struggle going on. The mature woman inside me said, "No, wait until your birthday." But the four year old in me wanted to scream, "Yes, please!" I needed more information before I could answer that question, so I asked for a clue. He told me I was getting an Uncle Wiggily Game.
I'm guessing you're scratching your head about now. Allow me to elaborate ...
I am one of eight children. There were four kids, a six year break, then four more. I was one of the younger four ... forever known as "the four little kids". Us four little kids were close in age, so we all got presents on each other's birthday. One year on my birthday, I told one of my little sisters that I'd tell her what she was getting if she told me what I was getting. I knew she wouldn't tell me, and I had no idea what she was getting, so I couldn't have held up my end of the bargain anyway. Instead of saying, "No", my little sister said "You're getting an Uncle Wiggily Game."
I immediately burst into tears. She wasn't really supposed to tell me!!!
So, it's a running joke in my family ... if someone asks you what they're getting or for a clue ... the standard reply is, "It's an Uncle Wiggily game."
I knew I would love whatever he bought, just as surely as I knew did not buy me an Uncle Wiggily Game. He's exceptionally good at picking out the perfect present for me. Unlike a lot of men, he actually listens when I talk (most of the time anyway!). He knows the things I want because he hears me talk about them, or he sees me admiring them in stores. The words "What were you thinking?" have never crossed my mind when he's given me a gift. Not even once.
Our second Christmas together, he bought me a toy I wanted as a child and never got
(Click here to read a very informative blog posting about it.) One of my little sister's got it instead, and I was heartbroken. It was just one of those silly childhood stories you tell that provides concrete evidence of how mistreated you were as a child ... and that your parents did indeed love your sibling(s) more than they loved you.
Anyway, I told him the story and figured that was that. Until I opened my Christmas presents that year ...
And there it was ... the one toy I desperately wanted and never received.
How sweet is that?!!
Okay ... so back to this evening ...
I really wanted to scream,
"YES! YES! YES! I WANT MY PRESENT EARLY!!", but decided to be a grown-up and just wait. I think he wanted me to say yes, because not too much later, he said
"You can have your present tonight. You may as well be using it."
He
obviously wanted me to have it early, and I certainly didn't want to hurt his feelings ... so I agreed he could give me my birthday present early. He led me to the garage ... and there it was ...
A NEW DESK! And not just
any new desk, it was one I was actually drooling over online! He knew I wanted
a new desk, but he didn't know I wanted that
particular desk. I never told anyone I wanted
that desk, and he doesn't have access to my computer, so it's not like he scoured my browsing history to acquire this knowledge! The only way for him to know I wanted that exact desk was for him to know what's in my heart ...
and he does. I feel very, very,
VERY lucky to get to walk through life with him by my side :)
So ... here's a rather bad picture of my new desk
(click on image to zoom) ...
P.S. He bought me the chair a few weeks ago ... and he also gave me the bamboo plant on the desk. He sent the plant to me at work to congratulate me on making the Quarter Finals in the Amazon contest. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe he's real, that I'm not just dreaming him up :)
