My life is seriously an O. Henry story.
Have you heard the one about the two young marrieds who are poor, poor, poor? They have very little in the way of material possessions, but the young wife has long beautiful hair, and young husband has a beloved old pocketwatch from his father.
Well, Christmas is coming and they scrimp and save and secretly buy the other a present that they know will be cherished.
So...the day arrives and they exchange presents. The husband presents the wife with a set of beautiful combs to put into her glorious hair, the the wife gives the husband a wonderful chain on which to display his pocketwatch.
Except...there is one problem. In order the buy the combs, the husband sold his pocketwatch. And...in order to buy the chain, the wife sold her hair. Foolish children.
Seriously. Does this remind you of anyone?
So...all the while I was planning my little getaway with Troy...which was foiled yesterday...he was planning his own surprise...but of course, I got totally upset with him yesterday, so it seemed anticlimactic, to say the least, to have him surprise me today.
But...it was wonderful nonetheless. We enjoyed sometime together, a lovely lunch, and a chance to remember it's always the thought that counts.