After 20 minutes of mopping up the goop, some of which still linger between my built in refrigerator door and my refrigerator(eek! Another task for another day), I was thankful to hand over the baby watching duties to my husband when he came home.
He had asked that I be available at 345pm for a 'birthday-related' thing, no questions asked. I took a shower at 315 and I heard the doorbell buzz. I wondered if he had something delivered. I didn't quite make much of it. When I came out, he beckoned me away from the living room which was dimly lit all of a sudden. He then told me that someone was here to give me a facial and massage to which I gasped and exclaimed in initial shock, apprehension and more shock. I had mentioned the day before how odd it was that I craved a massage for the first time (I never liked massages growing up) as my shoulders and back were so knotted up from Callum. He promised I would enjoy it and commanded me to relax and just go with the flow. So I did and I really enjoyed it especially the back massage. I spent the rest of the day admiring my husband and pondering on his undeserved kindness, thoughtfulness and love for me.
He also got me a slice of yummy chocolate cake from Pattiserie Valerie.
My husband is probably the only person in the world that knows I am not an easy person to give gifts to, not because I want things but on the contrary, I don't want anything. I am easily anxious and don't cope well with events such as birthdays or any celebrations. I become all weird on the day and can't react like a normal human being with the normal range of positive emotions. I really hate this part of myself and I don't know how I got this pessimistic. I know the inconvenient and disappointing effect it can have on the people around me. So he resorted to surprising me earlier to take the edge off. So much thought put into this that he even factored in my neuroses!
Perhaps my new year's resolution should be to aspire to be more up for anything. A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step?
I still can't believe we had a masseuse in our home!
He told me he knew that I would never ever go for a massage and would worry about it if he told me so he kept the secret until the last minute. Poor him kept thinking if I would lock myself in a room and refuse to come out!
P.s: Callum napped for 2 hours straight for the first time so I got to enjoy my entire massage time and some post chatting time with my husband. Thanks little one for the gift too! :)
A photo of Callum and our barley dessert.
P.p.s: Since finding out I was pregnant with Callum, I have technically aged 2 years! I'm starting to approach the 'I-cannot-believe-I-am-insert age' phase of my life. Where did all the years go?
2 comments:
As usual, such a pleasant read. Happy birthday, Debbie - apart from the barley tragedy, sounds like you had a nice birthday. Wishing you a great year ahead; more well-thought-of surprises and cooperation from the little one :)
Thanks Adrienne for the lovely wish! :) glad you enjoyed the ramble!
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