For the past four years, hubby and I have spent Christmas mornings at home, just the two of us. This year was no exception, although this was the first year he made me cry. Don’t jump to conclusions—they were happy tears.
Our Christmas morning went a little something like this:
Wake up, hug, kiss. I whisper “Merry Christmas” and he whispers “Merry Christmas” back. We lay in bed as long as possible, staring at the ceiling, not quite ready to get up. After nine not-so-subtle stomach growls (mine of course), we reluctantly pull ourselves out of bed. I plug in the Christmas lights and we head to the kitchen to make breakfast: Belgian waffles with powdered sugar, a side of fruit, and mimosas. Candles lit and holiday music playing in the background—everything is just as it should be.
I grab his gifts from under the tree, and he grabs mine. We take turns unwrapping until I have opened: a juicy tubes lip gloss set, a metallic gold cover for my iphone, a pretty dress, black leggings, lovely earrings, a cozy sweater, and a birdcage jewelry holder for the wall. He opens: corduroys, season 7 and 8 of Friends, two sweaters, cologne, and a new book. I remind him about the basketball shoes I let him open early. “I remember” he says and smiles.
I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around him. Kiss. I tell him how much I love the gifts.
Him: “What’s that? Did you hear something? Upstairs?”
Me: “Huh? I didn’t hear anything.”
Him: “Hold on, I’m going to go check” ….sets me down on the couch and vanishes upstairs.
A minute later he appears around the corner with two gifts in his hands. “That’s weird,” he says, “I found two more presents for you—one from Mrs. Claus and one from Rudolph.”
What?!?
He places the presents in my lap, grinning ear to ear. I open the big one first, and lo and behold, it was the lovely Fujifilm instax mini camera that I had been drooling over. *Tears*
Surprise present #2? A box of film of course.
Hug. Kiss. Cannot believe he managed to surprise me. He never surprises me. Not because he doesn’t try, but because I always find out. (He then explained how it came about—he remembered that my dear friend Kelli recently recommended the camera, but he couldn’t remember anything except that it was a Fuji. He went to the Fuji website and figured out which camera it was. After googling a combination of “Fuji – instax – camera – Sacramento” he ended up on one of my favorite blogs, that (more impressively) he recognized as one of my favorite blogs. While reading through all of the comments, he saw that the camera was carried at Urban Outfitters. Alas, he called UO on Christmas Eve and picked up the last one in the store after work.)
“So now all you need is a photo scanner and you can post the pictures online.”
Perfect, I thought. My birthday is in three months.
“Wait a second,” he says, “Did you hear that?”
Huh?!?
“I think I heard something upstairs—I better go check again.”
No. Way.
Up the stairs he went, and back down he came, with a much bigger present in tow. “This one says it’s from Santa himself!”
*More tears*
I preceded to open a brand new photo scanner, which hubby quickly informed me was the best photo scanner for polaroid pictures (he researched it, naturally).
So yes, to those who have asked, I had a wonderful Christmas. Because I am married to a wonderful husband, full of wonderful surprises.
p.s. We won the gingerbread house contest—I wish our real home looked this cute from the outside.
How was your Christmas?
