I thought I'd introduce the few of you humble readers, that sneak in every once in a while, to a new member of our family: meet uhm... oh shoot, he doesn't have a name yet. But hubby was very certain it's a 'he', so I can tell you at least that much.
It's been three years now that we've been married, and we're enjoying just as much ups as downs. Can't have pancakes every morning, can you.
So this little adorable tree, which is much more like a little person instead of just a plant, is what I gave hubby for our anniversary. We first went out to one of our favorite Italians, and strangely got all depressed the further we proceeded with our menu. No no, the food was great, as usual, but I guess something just was in the air, or we simply ate too much and had to move awkwardly on our chairs while having a conversation. Or maybe it was the amount of Eros Ramazzotti that didn't go too well with our stomachs.
Who could really tell. In the end we felt like old people must be feeling, because it was still bright outside as we left the restaurant. But as soon as we got home and started revealing presents to each other, the mood went straight up. Priceless, the look on hubbies face when he first saw his Bonsai. He's been wanting one for quite a while now but only mentioned it once in my presence, and I am so happy I picked up the message. Even if it wasn't meant as one.
I have the greatest joy in finding gifts that really fit to a person. I even went that far once by saying, I would rather give nothing (or just some flowers maybe) than a gift that doesn't fit. Something that has been put together in stores already, or vouchers for this and that always gives me the feeling I could have done better, but didn't. So I prefer postponing birthdays or christmas a lot, until I really find that fitting lid for the pot, as we say.
Well, sometimes this gets out of hand though. Reminds me I should quickly be getting back to a Christmas present of a dear friend of mine. Is it May already? Oh, I hadn't noticed.
