Friday, July 18, 2008
Last week Steve came home with a bouquet of flowers for me. Half-jokingly, I asked him, "What did you do?" Then I asked him, "What are you going to do?" When he seemed a little put off by my suspicious questions, I should have stopped. But my mouth, which has gotten me into trouble most of my life, just had to blurt out, "Oh, is this for making me drive to the school this afternoon for no reason?"
"If that's how you want to think of it, than sure," he replied.
This was the first time since we were engaged, five years ago, that he has given me flowers for no reason. Steve's not the shower-me-with-gifts-to-show-he-loves-me type. He shows it in more subtle ways like finishing up the dishes when I'm tired or taking Sophie outside so I can get some things done around the house. Or making sure the oil is changed in the car, my phone is charged, the garbage is out on the curb every week, and the ice bin is full (I can't live without ice.). I love getting flowers, but if I had to choose, I'd much rather have the little things he does.
You can't blame me for being suspicious, but still, I should have simply hugged him and thanked him with a kiss. Thanks, hon.