No one doubts that I have the best husband in the world. He loves me no matter how I look (and last week after long days and nights at work, and my co-workers pointing out how pale I looked, it helped having a husband that could love me that way), how I act, when I put my foot in my mouth, when I get myself into impossible situations, etc.
He will go to the store or take-out place virtually any night. I hate to do that. I hate leaving the house after I've come home from work. He has made so many trips to Giant for a missing ingredient for me, he might as well be a checker.
He is so great with Lyla, and Lyla adores him. He has a funny manner, and knows what makes Lyla truly happy. Mostly juice and anything Elmo.
Trent wasn't always strong in the gift department. By that I don't mean he didn't give good gifts, he just waited until the absolute last minute, then wasn't happy. Or he would buy me something ten sizes smaller than I wore. That type of thing. Then, he couldn't find what he thought I'd like. Well, in recent years he started listening. Now, if I had to pick one flaw of Trent's it's that he rarely listens to me when I ramble on. I think this is the case with most husbands, so I don't even really count it as a flaw. It goes down with cleaning, putting the toilet seat down, and wanting to have sex when you feel miserable with a flu. However, he has learned that I talk about things I would love to have a lot. I'm always looking through mags, and showing him things, and obsessing about a pair of sunglasses, hair extensions, and other gross things that only a Gossip Girl would want. Anyway, a few years ago I saw a ring on a billboard for a local jeweler, and fell in love with it. I jokingly talked about it all the time. We saw it in the Bulgari store in Vegas with all diamonds, and it was lovely, but a little much for me--both in price and aesthetic. I liked the all white gold version. We tried it on in the store as a gof, knowing we'd only buy it if we struck it big. We never knew the gold version was much more reasonable. Anyway, two or so years later for my birthday (last year), he got it for me.
Yes, the gold one. Who do you think we are? The Kardashians?
Well, I love it, and wear it every day, and I always get compliments on it. The fact that he knew how much I loved it, and was happy to never own it, but still got it for me was so special to me.
Fast forward a year. I recently added "Jen's faves" to this blog, which is a feed of things I see, and like. You can link through and often find out where to buy them. I saw it on a shelter blog I follow called http://makingitlovely.com/ (great blog--thanks Liz Evitts) and became obsessed with the things she put up. Anyway, I decided to do it on my blog as well. In two weeks, three people asked me about stuff I put up there. Funny, since I think no gives a hoot (don't pollute) about my rants and favorite things, but "You love me...you really love me!" (thanks Sally)
Yes, get to it, I know. On the morning of my birthday, Trent was like a little school girl; all giddy and ready to give me something. I barely remembered the damn day since things have been so crazy with my schedule.
So, he gives me this brown box, which I thi
nk is some kind of journal, or scrapbook (right, Trent scrapbooking, he can barely use scissors). It turns out it's a Louis Vuitton box. Now, don't get all blah-ba-dee-blah with me about labels, it's important to the story. I immediately knew what it was by the box name because I had just seen a scarf on ELuxury that I loved, so I added it to my Jen's faves, never thinking I would even consider buying it. Well, it also turns out that my friend Leslie looked at it as well to get me! Ha ha. Who knew I was creating a registry of gift ideas for my public? So, Mr. Trent used his thinking cap again, and pulled through with a winner. What a guy ladies and gents, what a guy.
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