She realized that Mike listened to her. All of you that know Kelly know that this is no small task. As you can imagine this was both exciting and terrifying. She opened her Christmas presents and saw that each item was chosen because Mike had heard her. A big bottle of Delirium Tremens, her all time favorite beer, a package of Nutter Butters, her all time favorite cookie, and an ee cummings compilation. Her all time favorite poet.
He did it again.
He was late coming home from work this evening and I asked him where he’d been. He smiled that sly Christmas-y smile and wouldn’t tell me. I assumed he’d been Christmas shopping.
With both hands behind his back he told both Emily and I to pick a hand. She chose first and he said “Nope, wrong hand.”
I’ll cop to getting slightly more intrigued. These were specific surprises, one for each of us.
Mine was a key. An ornament. Many years from now it will be the ornament that MQD gave to me the year we bought our house. The year that we were married. It is perfect.
We don’t always talk about what I write here. Sometimes I am not even sure he has read it. But tonight I had one of those Sam Cooke moments… the moments where he sends me. He is reading. He is listening. Message received. Loud and clear. Ornaments are important to his girl.
And he found me the perfect one.
Merry Christmas, MQD. It was only three years ago that I knew. When I “found myself wanting to, marry you and take you home.”
And now here we are. Home.