Except, that is, for my husband. It was our 23rd anniversary. Gadgets, well, he's got them all. Tools, got them too. New car, has it. So, what in the world could I get my husband, after 26 years together, 23 years married..that would let him know how special and how wonderful he is. Darn it, a dress. I DON'T wear dresses. I dont like them and they dont like me. It's not even a love-hate relationship. I just "hate" them.
But, dang it. A whisper kept haunting me that reminded me of what he says, "I love when you wear dresses, why do't you ever wear one." He's been saying this for maybe, well, 23 years.
He used to buy them for me he liked them so much. Talk about memory lane. He bought me ones with way too much lace, too many buttons, too long, too short, too tacky. But he bought them and he was so proud. I wore them. Only because I loved him so much. That was 22 years ago.
I was wondering around the mall. (I hate the mall too by the way). Slippers, yes! he would love slippers. A tie! he needs more ties. But no, the whisper falls on my deaf ears again, and that's when I was led to a department store and found myself in the dreaded dress section. THREE hours later, and about 56 dresses sloppily thrown back onto hangers, I found the one. RED. He loves red. My bulges bulged in all the wrong places, I was not tan where I need to be!! HELP!
But he wanted me in a dress.
I wanted him to be happy. I love him so much. In fact, I adore this man.
I told him his gift would arrive at 9:30am. He was baffled. But when the time arrived, I stepped out, sporting a red dress.
He loved it. He bragged to his friends. He forgave my bulges. He loved it.
Married for 23 years.
I can't wait for the next 23!
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