When we first got together, one of the things The Husband would always do, was bring me flowers. He would bring me a nice variety too, everything from a single lily, to a couple of daisies tied with string, to the classic dozen red roses. And I loved it. But as the years went on and we were struggling to pay the bills, as much as I loved the beautiful flowers and the sentiment, I told The Husband to stop the madness. It just seemed so selfish of me to keep accepting the flowers, considering we didn't really have the money to "waste" on them. My very romantic Husband did not respond well to my practical approach on his flower giving. Instead, he took this as an insult. Never in a million years did I expect to tell my hard-core, "Alpha" male supreme, he had to stop being so sensitive!
The Husband explained it wasn't about the flowers themselves, but the fact that he was thinking of me and wanted me to know how much he cared. Telling him to stop, really hurt his feelings. I was shocked. Of course, I never meant to hurt him, I thought I was doing him a favor. Perhaps it was in my delivery... Maybe the whole conversation wouldn't have turned into an argument, if I didn't joke around about how he had started this tradition back when we were still dating but he could knock it off now, cause he had already "sealed the deal". Man, was he mad at me. But I couldn't quite wrap my brain around why he was so pissed and he could not get over why his wife, (or any woman) would not be thrilled that their husband still bestowed beautiful flowers on them as a token of his love, after being together for so many years. I apologized for hurting his feelings, but we decided to agree to disagree on our fight and move on. I knew my big guy's feelings were still hurt. Especially when we watched a movie and a girl received flowers from their significant other. He would say sigh, or roll his eyes, or mumble something under his breath, like "she seemed happy enough to get some flowers". Ugh. It went on like this for a while until...
One day I was feeling like I just stepped out of a cage match with a UFC champ. (This is typical of someone with an auto-immune disease like mine.) But this particular day, my aches and pains were so brutal I couldn't get out of bed. When I was feeling crap like this, it normally was the perfect time for The Husband to bust some flowers on me. I have to admit, the first time he came home with nothing, I felt sorry for my spoiled little self, and a little disappointed. Yes, I know he was only following my directions. But despite what I had previously told him, it stung a little. (And yes, I fully realize what a pain in the ass I am).
I could hear that The Husband was home from the store, because he was banging around the kitchen downstairs, putting away groceries and preparing dinner. While I wanted to wallow in self-pity from my bedroom, how could I? What a guy! My man had cooked, cleaned, went to the grocery store (with all three kids) and was now preparing dinner, without complaining about it either.. How lucky am I? Sometimes, I still can't believe my good fortune.
A little while later, when The Husband started up the steps with my dinner, I wanted to tell him how amazing he was and that I was dead wrong to be so callous about the flowers. But before I got the chance, I saw he was carrying two dinner trays. He decided to jump in bed with me, so he could keep me company. It was not what I had expected and so very sweet. To put the icing on the cake, he says, "Oh, I got you something. Don't worry it's not flowers!"
He had placed a card, next to my plate. It was a beautiful card, full of inspirational type quotes, to make me feel better. But when I opened the envelope, a handful of scratch-off lottery tickets fell out. He fanned them out in his palm and then handed them over to me, like a bouquet. "Maybe we'll win big and then I could buy you flowers everyday, and it wouldn't matter!"
The Husband and I sat there, eating and talking about all the things we would do, if we ever won the lottery. The kids came to check on us, then they jumped up into bed and started to chime in on what they would want to buy/do if we won big. My little one made us laugh by quoting/imitating the commercial saying "All it takes is a dollar and dream". We laughed and talked and dreamed big. But as I looked at the faces surrounding me, I knew I had already won.
What's the first thing you would do, if you won the lottery? What about your life, (if anything) would you want to change? I'm curious, where your dollar and a dream would take you?
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