Last night my beloved came home with a brown paper bag. Not a lunch sized one either – a big brown paper bag with handles. You know the ones I mean? I didn’t think much of it. I was keen to hand over child rearing responsibilities and fly out the door.
After I returned home and the kiddies were sleeping soundly he told me he had something for me. Oooo! A smile went straight on my dial, my heart lifted a little and my brain started giving the rest of me sound advice not to get too excited and to be sure to show appreciation. Fake smile and good manners ready – check. I find there is always an element of dread accompanying the feelings of elation when I receive a gift from my man… will he hit or miss?
… and not just one Golden Hands magazine either. An entire pile of them! With fancy binders and all! YAY! Big YAY! Jumping on the bed clapping my hands kind of YAY! Laughing and giggling and squealing with delight YAY!
Isn’t he just the sweetest man?