as usual, this christmas, I did my very best to conjure up a new and exciting surprise for mr. benson. It had to be something he wouldn’t expect {hence, calling it a “surprise”}. something that would blow him out of the water. spoil him. and totally throw him off guard.
as usual: my mission was accomplished to perfection. I must say, I’m a really good surpriser. maybe I like surprising so much, because I like being surprised. but whatever the reason, I’m a total pro.
hence, when I told my other-half to close his eyes while I pulled his over-sized, brown-paper-bag-wrapped gift out of the closet, he was a little confused.
you see, I hid the gift, so he wouldn’t try guessing. if he just saw the little packages under the tree, receiving a gigantic gift would be totally unexpected. {I even hid the gift at my office for a month so I wouldn’t have to freak out if he took a step near the surprise-filled closet.}
while sitting on the couch that christmas eve morning {we started our tradition of opening gifts to each other on christmas eve morning, so we could do the whole shebang with the parents on christmas … I love our own traditions!}, he looked up and down that large, rectangular shaped box, wondering what it could be.
a new set of irons? but why would she think of that? that would be awesome, but, hmmmm …
nope. much to his pleasant surprise, the box was filled with an instrument meant for strumming by his rough, contractor-like fingers.
and it was love at first sight.
hence, I am good at surprises.
I had the counsel of some good musician friends on which guitar to get … out of all the potentials submitted to the all-knowing guitarist {within my price-range of course}, this was his choice. it’s been over a month, and I still get compliments by all the guys on the gift I got my hubs. score. home run. touch down. and so on.
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