Stealth isn’t usually one of Honey Bear’s strong suits, especially when it comes to presents. I always manage to figure out what he’s giving me, even though I don’t make any particular effort to do so. I guess I just know how his brain works. After all, we’ve known each other for nearly half of my life.
So imagine my surprise when he put the last present under
the tree this year and I had no idea what it was.
He even warned me this was coming. Last December, he told me
that there was something he wanted to give me but that he wouldn’t be able to give
it to me that year because it was going to take some time. I thought that
sounded interesting, then promptly forgot about it. But Honey Bear didn’t
forget. In fact, he started working on this gift on January first.
Fast-forward to this Christmas morning. As soon as I picked
up the mystery present, a small, book-like package, I knew exactly what it was.
I’d seen him writing in it pretty much every day for the last couple of months.
(He’d kept it hidden from me before that.) I’d assumed it was a journal, and it
was. I just hadn’t realized it was all about me.
This journal has an entry for almost every day, and in every
entry, Honey Bear expresses his love and appreciation for something specific I
did that day. On one day, he wrote about how much he enjoyed seeing a movie
with me in the theater. On another, he told me thank you for taking care of the
kids all day while he did homework and went to school. And on another, he expressed
how beautiful I’d looked that day.
It is, without a doubt, the best, most thoughtful present I’ve
ever received. The small journal itself--and the acid-free pen he bought to
write in it--aren’t worth more than a few dollars, but this will be a gift I
treasure for the rest of my life.