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CHRIS (my husband): You’re wearing jeans to go kayaking?
ME: What’s wrong with jeans?
CHRIS: How about shorts?
He’s wearing shorts, obviously.
ME: It might be cold out on the water.
The high today is 62.
CHRIS: (shrugs)
ME: I’ll bring some shorts.
CHRIS: Bring some shorts.
ME: We’ll figure it out. This is our maiden voyage.
CHRIS: (laughs)
My husband gave me a plethora of gifts for my birthday last week. First of all, he got up with the kids, allowing me to get a whopping ten hours of sleep on my birthday eve. I don’t think I’ve slept that long since I was 24. Needless to say, I got to spend the entire day feeling FANTASTIC.
At dinner (also fantastic), he brought out the gifts. Not only did the man get me a First Edition (Book Club Version) of To Kill A Mockingbird, my favorite book of all time, that he had seen at the City Wide Garage Sale six months ago before he pocketed the guy’s card, called him the next day, bought the book and then saved it for my birthday (swoon), but he also gave me a season pass to the kayaking club at the lake.
Hellllloooo?
Since we moved to Austin three years ago, I’ve been talking about how badly I want to start kayaking. We have a beautiful lake here, which actually looks more like a serene river, passing under some of our most popular bridges. Think turtles sunbathing on rocks. Think ducks swimming in a row. Think swans.
Up until he gave me that season pass, tucked into that rare edition of TKAM, I never knew he had any interest in joining me on the lake. But apparently the season pass was for both of us.
Today was our maiden voyage.
We got a double kayak. I sat up front and set the pace while he sat in back and matched my strokes, steering us along the shore so we could observe the turtles resting on intricately grown tree roots. Then he'd steer us back along the cliff so we could gaze up at the looming houses.
We weren't out on the water two minutes before I felt my soul slip back into my body. Before I was trying to remember a time I'd done something this relaxing with my husband. The answer may have been never.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been given a more perfect gift for my birthday.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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What a special gift! Happy belated birthday to you.
This gave me goosebumps. "I felt my soul slip back into my body." Fabulously said!
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CHRIS (my husband): You’re wearing jeans to go kayaking?
ME: What’s wrong with jeans?
CHRIS: How about shorts?
He’s wearing shorts, obviously.
ME: It might be cold out on the water.
The high today is 62.
CHRIS: (shrugs)
ME: I’ll bring some shorts.
CHRIS: Bring some shorts.
ME: We’ll figure it out. This is our maiden voyage.
CHRIS: (laughs)
My husband gave me a plethora of gifts for my birthday last week. First of all, he got up with the kids, allowing me to get a whopping ten hours of sleep on my birthday eve. I don’t think I’ve slept that long since I was 24. Needless to say, I got to spend the entire day feeling FANTASTIC.
At dinner (also fantastic), he brought out the gifts. Not only did the man get me a First Edition (Book Club Version) of To Kill A Mockingbird, my favorite book of all time, that he had seen at the City Wide Garage Sale six months ago before he pocketed the guy’s card, called him the next day, bought the book and then saved it for my birthday (swoon), but he also gave me a season pass to the kayaking club at the lake.
Hellllloooo?
Since we moved to Austin three years ago, I’ve been talking about how badly I want to start kayaking. We have a beautiful lake here, which actually looks more like a serene river, passing under some of our most popular bridges. Think turtles sunbathing on rocks. Think ducks swimming in a row. Think swans.
Up until he gave me that season pass, tucked into that rare edition of TKAM, I never knew he had any interest in joining me on the lake. But apparently the season pass was for both of us.
Today was our maiden voyage.
We got a double kayak. I sat up front and set the pace while he sat in back and matched my strokes, steering us along the shore so we could observe the turtles resting on intricately grown tree roots. Then he'd steer us back along the cliff so we could gaze up at the looming houses.
We weren't out on the water two minutes before I felt my soul slip back into my body. Before I was trying to remember a time I'd done something this relaxing with my husband. The answer may have been never.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been given a more perfect gift for my birthday.
Maiden Voyage
ME: What’s wrong with jeans?
CHRIS: How about shorts?
He’s wearing shorts, obviously.
ME: It might be cold out on the water.
The high today is 62.
CHRIS: (shrugs)
ME: I’ll bring some shorts.
CHRIS: Bring some shorts.
ME: We’ll figure it out. This is our maiden voyage.
CHRIS: (laughs)
My husband gave me a plethora of gifts for my birthday last week. First of all, he got up with the kids, allowing me to get a whopping ten hours of sleep on my birthday eve. I don’t think I’ve slept that long since I was 24. Needless to say, I got to spend the entire day feeling FANTASTIC.
At dinner (also fantastic), he brought out the gifts. Not only did the man get me a First Edition (Book Club Version) of To Kill A Mockingbird, my favorite book of all time, that he had seen at the City Wide Garage Sale six months ago before he pocketed the guy’s card, called him the next day, bought the book and then saved it for my birthday (swoon), but he also gave me a season pass to the kayaking club at the lake.
Hellllloooo?
Since we moved to Austin three years ago, I’ve been talking about how badly I want to start kayaking. We have a beautiful lake here, which actually looks more like a serene river, passing under some of our most popular bridges. Think turtles sunbathing on rocks. Think ducks swimming in a row. Think swans.
Up until he gave me that season pass, tucked into that rare edition of TKAM, I never knew he had any interest in joining me on the lake. But apparently the season pass was for both of us.
Today was our maiden voyage.
We got a double kayak. I sat up front and set the pace while he sat in back and matched my strokes, steering us along the shore so we could observe the turtles resting on intricately grown tree roots. Then he'd steer us back along the cliff so we could gaze up at the looming houses.
We weren't out on the water two minutes before I felt my soul slip back into my body. Before I was trying to remember a time I'd done something this relaxing with my husband. The answer may have been never.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been given a more perfect gift for my birthday.