Today is our THIRD anniversary, and to commemorate the occasion my loving husband has more than out done himself. We were in desperate need of a new mattress, so we decided that would be an excellent gift to both of us. We have a way of justifying large purchased by associating them with the nearest holiday or occasion. “Happy early birthday, here is a new TV.” or “Happy Memorial Day! Let’s buy a couch!” So it only made sense that since we were buying a new bed only days before our anniversary that it would be our anniversary present.
In buying our bed, we made the decision to upgrade from a queen to a king. It’s the natural progression of things, really. Simeon would take over half of the bed and I was forced to share my portion with two very greedy and stubborn cats. I insisted that before we had children, who I can anticipate would also want to share our already tiny bed, we needed to take the jump.
Our bed came yesterday and it is quite possibly the largest thing I have ever seen. It’s not much longer than our old bed, and I anticipated the additional space we would need on either side, therefore moving our nightstands out about a foot on either side. I did not, however, realize how TALL this new bed would be. I think our previous bed must have been a midget and we now share our room with the largest of giants. It really is quite large. Once you factor in that it isn’t sagging in the middle, combined with the ever-so-plush pillow top, I practically need a step-stool to get into bed! But ohhh it’s SO worth it. Last night I slept soundly, I awoke with not an ache in my body, and I practically had to drag Simeon out of it come morning! I felt we had made a very wise anniversary purchase.
Well, I have just returned from our anniversary lunch (Olive Garden, thankyouverymuch) in which my husband waltzed out to the car and presented me with quite possibly the cutest pink gift bag. I was shocked (mostly because I am usually the one who sneaks presents when we have decided there will be none). And he was very excited to point out that he, “even bought a card!” I waited until we got to the restaurant to open my present to find that he bought me the new iPod nano. But wait. There is more. That is just the TIP of the iceberg. He also bought me the (iTunes exclusive) complete Harry Potter series and loaded it all onto my new tiny iPod nano. That’s right. The first six book all in one tiny place. Well, 3.5 x 1.6 x 0.27 inches to be more specific. Oh yeah, I am the most spoiled woman. Ever. I really don’t deserve him, but he keeps reminding me of reasons why I cannot possibly imagine life without him. I love you, Pie.
