I don’t know whether this is a sign that I’m old, have been married too long (all of nearly 5 years), or I’m just an boring fuddy-duddy.
Either way, I received THE best (belated) Christmas present yesterday. One that I wasn’t expecting.
Let me backtrack a bit. Sunday — late, late, LATE Sunday night — we finally pulled into our driveway. Oh, my goodness – I was NEVER so glad to be home and out of the car. The trip back was not fun at all, especially for my screaming Little Lady who kept signing and saying “Done! Done!! Done!!!” We were all done, but unfortunately the road wasn’t.
As the garage door rose, I noticed a gi-normous box in the middle of the garage. Seriously — GI-NORMOUS!
My husband lied when I asked him about it; he said his parents brought the box for the Little Lady to play with.
I believed him. I’m naive like that — I believe what my husband tells me.
Turns out . . . the box . . . was for . . . THIS:
That’s right, my husband had gotten ME a deep freezer for Christmas!!!!! I had no clue, but I certainly squealed like a little girl when I saw it in our laundry room.
Do you know how LONG I’ve been wanting such a gloriously cold piece of technology? Well, no, you probably don’t. But, my husband did. He knew how much I longed for a deep freezer — a place where I could safely store my excess steaks, ground beef, and all of the other random pieces of steer that my Mom sends my way.
That’s how cool my husband is — he actually knows what I want and need. I never dropped a single hint that I wanted this for Christmas. He figured it out all on his own.
It’s just another example of how sweet this boy really is; despite his penchant for rodent killing, his incessant need to leave the toilet seat up, and his most recent annoying venture (teaching the Little Lady to “toot” on command . . . and LAUGH about it), he pays attention to me. He notices what bothers me, what I need, and what makes me happy. And, my genius boy can figure it all out on his own.
He’s that good.
Hmmm. . . though, he hasn’t seemed to notice that I don’t appreciate the Little Lady’s new tooting habit. Maybe I need to drop a hint about THAT one!