I have always enjoyed my birthday because I love receiving presents. One year I remember inviting everyone I knew to a party at my house in hopes of more presents. I was one of those kids that would unwrap the christmas presents before christmas and then wrap them back up so no one would notice. I always expect presents from my parents but being married I knew I would now get presents from my husband. And he never disappointed. He was great at gift giving. He always went overboard on presents and I certainly did not mind.
His birthday was coming up and I was trying to figure out what to get him. He liked clothes so I picked out an outfit for him, I think I also bought shoes for him. I had made his favorite dinner and was waiting for him to come home. He walked in and had an armful of things in his hands. I asked him what that was and he said they were presents, did they throw him a party at work and forget to invite me? Then he said they were for me for his birthday. What?!?! I get presents on his birthday? I like this. He then told me the best present I could get him was my happiness and he knew how happy I would be unwrapping all this.
I like his language of love!
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
first mothers day
It was exciting I had entered a new reason to receive gifts, mothers day. I felt special with my little girl who would call me mom in the kindest way possible. The dreams I had for this child, I think first and foremost, are not to be like me. She needed to be obedient and confident and strong and athletic and beautiful. I wanted the moon the for her. I felt like I had the ability to mold this little mini me.
My first mothers day started with breakfast in bed made by him. A little confession here. He is not the best cook, so I don't know if it's a present or a threat. The eggs were scramble and a little over cooked, the pancakes were a little undercooked and in noway resembled a circle of any type. It was way too much milk. I smiled, thanked him and ate my healthy breakfast.
Next he gave me my presents, a robe, underwear, a mixer, shorts, and a gift certificate to get my hair done. There was so much. I was happy. Next we called our mothers to share this day with. I felt special. I had crossed into a new category, a mother. Wow it was a lot to handle. The best moment was when at church they asked all the mothers to stand up, that was me! I stood and waited till I got handed a rose for mothers day. This was the first of many to come and I couldn't wait for next year.
My first mothers day started with breakfast in bed made by him. A little confession here. He is not the best cook, so I don't know if it's a present or a threat. The eggs were scramble and a little over cooked, the pancakes were a little undercooked and in noway resembled a circle of any type. It was way too much milk. I smiled, thanked him and ate my healthy breakfast.
Next he gave me my presents, a robe, underwear, a mixer, shorts, and a gift certificate to get my hair done. There was so much. I was happy. Next we called our mothers to share this day with. I felt special. I had crossed into a new category, a mother. Wow it was a lot to handle. The best moment was when at church they asked all the mothers to stand up, that was me! I stood and waited till I got handed a rose for mothers day. This was the first of many to come and I couldn't wait for next year.
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