May 10, 2010 § 6 Comments
I love surprises and I hate it when they’re spoiled.
This was a lesson I learned when I was twelve years old and went snooping for Christmas presents. Well, I found them and on Christmas morning there were no surprises for me. The disappointment was palpable and my mother even asked why I was so dejected.
Of course, I couldn’t tell her that I had peeked and knew what I was getting but I also couldn’t shake the feeling that not only had I let myself down, I had let her down as well. She was hoping for an excited child on Christmas morning and because I had peeked, we were both disappointed.
The problem is that when I am the giver of surprises, I have such a difficult time keeping them to myself. I want to immediately share the joy of giving someone something meaningful that they weren’t expecting.
Which leads me to Hubby’s anniversary present. Even when I woke up this morning I had no idea what I was going to get for him, I just knew I wanted to get it today. And it had to meaningful for us, something that had nothing to do with anything or anyone else and something that was a symbol of our enduring relationship.
Well, I had a stroke of genius and just went with it and today I got it. I’m so excited that I want to give it to him as soon as he comes home.
Thankfully, Hubby is much more patient than I and even if I encourage him to open it early I know that he won’t. He’ll put it out of his mind until Wednesday while I chew at the bit for the next two days.
Oh, I can’t tell you either because he reads my blog. So now y’all have to wait ’til Wednesday.