Happy Anniversary

First an update:  No eye surgery for Miss 1 as of yet.  Yay!  We will keep patching her eye and hoping for the best.  (the doctor didn’t tell me we were both beauty queens, but she was very nice and helpful.)

Well, my 10th anniversary is tomorrow.  I am happy, of course, and having all those good little thoughts that come around times like that.  But I would like to discuss, for a moment, the other side of special events like this.  What I like to call the ‘dark side’ or in other words, the ‘gift giving’ side. 

I am a terrible terrible gift giver.  I am talking about purchased presents.  The kind where you think over what your loved ones hobbies and interests are, or what they may be been talking about recently, and you get it for them.  Sounds so simple doesn’t it? 

Not for me. 

For me, when it is time to buy a present I am frozen in place.  We’re talking deer in the headlights.  I think about the person, my husband in this case, and what he may want, and I feel like I have never met him.  In my mind he becomes a complete stranger.  I know nothing that he has ever liked or may like in the future.  I am at a complete loss.  I feel stunned and slightly terrified by the responsibility.

Of course gifts are not everything.  You cannot possibly wrap ten years of thoughtfulness and love and marriage into one representative item.  But I have to say, my husband is really excellent at it.  He always remembers tiny little things I have mentioned or somehow reads my mind and finds something I didn’t even mention.  His gifts never fail to make me feel that he is thinking of me.

I am happy for tomorrow, but I am nervous too.  Nervous because I know he will do a good job, he will “win” in the gift giving department and when he opens my gift he will have an awkward smile on his face.  But I suppose after ten years, he will handle it, right?  He knows what to expect. 

I guess today I will resist the urge to run to the store for a few more presents in the hope of finding ‘just the right thing.’  I will ignore the ‘dark side’ and think happy anniversary thoughts.  I will not be a slave to commercialism. 

And tomorrow, I will just enjoy whatever amazingly thoughtful present he comes up with.  🙂