Shortly after Tim and I started dating (9 years ago!), he had to go to England for six months. So sad! We both had to celebrate each other’s respective birthdays across a big big pond. I will always remember what he got me for my birthday that year.
No flowers. No jewelry. Just a box from Omaha, Nebraska.
His friends warned him that maybe he should go with something more traditional… maybe something a little less… bloody? Tim could not be dissuaded. Tim insisted that Candy was a different kind of girl. So that birthday I opened a package of bacon wrapped filet mignons with a side of loaded potatoes. In all honesty, at the time I thought it was a kind gesture, but it did left me scratching my head: “What does this mean?” “Does he even like me??” My friends didn’t get it. I hated admitting it at the time, but like 50 cent so eloquently put it, I was that kid – like a fat kid loves
Fast forward 9+ years to today.
During lunch I picked Tim up from work so he could do a Costco run with me. He was standing under a tree holding something behind his back.
Love is packing a doggie bag for your babe when you are served her favorite cut of meat at work.