Not So Random Holiday Memory

Not So Random Holiday Memory

Even though she hasn't mentioned it yet, I'm betting that the Missus thinks I've completely forgotten. But that's not the case. It deserved it's own post.

One Christmas, many moons ago, because work and other real life shit that happens, the Missus was unable to join me on the holiday schlep back to Michigan. I had never missed a Christmas at the old homestead and reluctantly went back without her. We would celebrate when I got back.

I was miserable the whole time. All I did was lay around moping. I must have called her 20 times. My family did their best to keep my spirits up. They were incredibly supportive, but it didn't help much. I was one sad puppy. She even sent a dozen roses to my folks house with a card telling me how much she loved me and missed me.

On Christmas eve morning, I stumbled downstairs in my PJs and grabbed a cup of coffee. The house was quiet but this was normal. I knew my Stepdad had gone to the airport to pick up my step sister and my brother doesn't get up until noon. But my mom was very chatty. This was not normal. We are both "2 cups before we can form words" kinda gals. And even then, it's a while before we can actually converse coherently. When she insisted that I come try on a few sweaters that she was thinking of getting rid of, I knew either she'd downed a whole pot before I got up or something was up. But because of my caffeine handicap there was little I could do by nod and comply.

About 10 minutes and 15 sweaters later I heard the garage door open (it's so old, I think you can actually hear it open in Ohio). Mom jumped up and said we'd better go say hello to my sister.

I walked into the living room to find my beautiful wife standing there wearing a big red bow and an even bigger smile.

Maybe it was the shock of the surprise or maybe I really am a girly girl, but I totally screamed and ran back into my folks bedroom. She had to come find me and ask if I was alright. I was better than alright, I was in heaven. Somebody pinch me. It had to be a dream. It was the best damn present I've ever received. And god damn my family for being able to keep such a good secret! They all knew for days and no one said a word! To this day, I don't know how you managed it but... Thank you sugar. I loves ya!

Merry Christmas Baby! ::smooch::