Mother's Day

I sincerely hope all my mama readers out there had a nice Mother's Day. I had a wonderful Mother's Day! For the first time, we had both my mother and Doc H's mother here with us to celebrate. Thanks to my SIL, we celebrated by going out to brunch...a fantastic idea! I was not cooking and cleaning for 20+ family members as usual. HEAVEN!

After Doc H and I were married, we spent one evening at home drinking margaritas...many margaritas. In fact, I drank so many margaritas I threw my humble inhibitions to the wind and confessed I secretly dreamt of receiving that special teal blue box with a white satin ribbon bow someday on a special occasion. I had never seen the elusive box in person, but I knew what it was and I explained myself to Doc H...

Years ago, when their store opened in our mall, I would slow down my pace and shorten my gait to peer inside and look at the male shoppers hunched over the glass cases. I would concoct stories in my head as to who they were and what they were doing there. One would be a husband buying his wife a beautiful bobble for their 25th wedding anniversary. Another... a young attorney searching for the perfect stone to propose marriage. And another... buying a his wife a bracelet to commemorate the birth of their first child. A special box, a special color, for a special occasion. I would admire those woman whom I never met or even knew what they looked like. I envied them for having such wonderful husbands, SO's or boyfriends who would spoil them with such a lavish gift. To me, it was just dreamy.

In short, I had been brain washed by this company and their marketing campaigns as many others. I know this. I acknowledge it and own it. But, oh, how I still get a thrill each and every time Doc H has put one of these little bags in front of me...