Steve, my husband, is the sweetest human being. He surprised me with the silliest and most touching surprise this evening. Here's the
purrfect story. We started the day spending breakfast with a mentor and friend. After breakfast, we returned home and relaxed. This afternoon we delivered a bottle of domestic red wine (Oliver) to our snow angels, who in return gave us a bottle of red wine by the same vintner. Hilarious! We both have similar tastes. We reveled in the fact that was a good way to support Indiana businesses. Cheers!
After arriving home. we watched an episode of
Torchwood, which ironically happened to be a Christmas episode. After contacting family, I started feeling nostalgic and thinking about my mother. Shaking off the nostalgia like a frosty chill, I meandered into the kitchen and started heating up pizza for our Christmas Eve dinner. I was pouring a bit of
Spumante when I heard the shaking of some kind of bells. Steve bounded into the kitchen and yelled, "Hey, did you hear something? I thought I heard something at the door!"
I jumped so high I almost dropped the bottle. "You scared me! What is going on?"
Steve was smiling. "Sorry to startle you. Come on! Someone paid us a visit!" He takes my hand and leads me into the living room. He points at our tiny live tree resting above the bookshelf. "Presents!"
"Steve!" I exclaimed. "I thought we weren't going to exchange gifts this year." Steve smiled.
"We aren't! Santa visited." Steve handed me a few gifts and had one for himself. "Open them!"
I look at the label on top of the presents. There was a color photo of a cat that said "To: Lori. From: Santa Claws."
"Santa Claws paid us a visit!" Steve said. Despite my sadness, I could not help but smile.
I opened the packages.
Now Write: Nonfiction, Telling True Stories, and
Doctor Who: The Writer's Tale: The Final Chapter. Steve then opened his package: a Hammer Horror Film.
Steve's act of random silliness in order to lift my spirits overwhelmed me. Of course, I started to cry and hugged him. The little kindnesses Steve does each day, especially on the more difficult days, are exactly why I have been married to him for over 13 years.
Steve, my husband, is the sweetest human being. He surprised me with the silliest and most touching surprise this evening. Here's the purrfect story. We started the day spending breakfast with a mentor and friend. After breakfast, we returned home and relaxed. This afternoon we delivered a bottle of domestic red wine (Oliver) to our snow angels, who in return gave us a bottle of red wine by the same vintner. Hilarious! We both have similar tastes. We reveled in the fact that was a good way to support Indiana businesses. Cheers!
After arriving home. we watched an episode of Torchwood, which ironically happened to be a Christmas episode. After contacting family, I started feeling nostalgic and thinking about my mother. Shaking off the nostalgia like a frosty chill, I meandered into the kitchen and started heating up pizza for our Christmas Eve dinner. I was pouring a bit of Spumante when I heard the shaking of some kind of bells. Steve bounded into the kitchen and yelled, "Hey, did you hear something? I thought I heard something at the door!"
I jumped so high I almost dropped the bottle. "You scared me! What is going on?"
Steve was smiling. "Sorry to startle you. Come on! Someone paid us a visit!" He takes my hand and leads me into the living room. He points at our tiny live tree resting above the bookshelf. "Presents!"
"Steve!" I exclaimed. "I thought we weren't going to exchange gifts this year." Steve smiled.
"We aren't! Santa visited." Steve handed me a few gifts and had one for himself. "Open them!"
I look at the label on top of the presents. There was a color photo of a cat that said "To: Lori. From: Santa Claws."
"Santa Claws paid us a visit!" Steve said. Despite my sadness, I could not help but smile.
I opened the packages. Now Write: Nonfiction, Telling True Stories, and
Doctor Who: The Writer's Tale: The Final Chapter. Steve then opened his package: a Hammer Horror Film.
Steve's act of random silliness in order to lift my spirits overwhelmed me. Of course, I started to cry and hugged him. The little kindnesses Steve does each day, especially on the more difficult days, are exactly why I have been married to him for over 13 years.
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