This gift was hidden in the branches of the Christmas tree.
YBW is quite pleased with himself for surprising me with it.
I expressed that just because I wrote about it didn’t mean he was supposed to get it.
He replied that he didn’t like that there wasn’t a surprise for me and the charm fixed that.
I worried for a while about it.
That doesn’t mean I’m not excited by or unappreciative of the gift! I adore it! And it was a lovely surprise.
I worried about whether or not it seemed passive aggressive. Did he think that I wrote about it as a way to get him to purchase it for me?
That’s not my style.
I know he knows that, but I did have concerns.
I know what motivates me.
I didn’t write about that charm to manipulate my husband into purchasing it.
He didn’t purchase it because I wrote about it.
I guess I should let it go…
I have this precious charm to add to my bracelet. We’ll be making a trip over to Tiffany’s after Thing 1 and fiance N leave.
Nothing bad comes in a little blue box and I have the sweetest man who knows that.
Tags: charm bracelet, charms, Christmas, Christmas tree, excited, gift of love, joy, love, pressie, Tiffany's, YBW
I found a new charm for my bracelet.
After I wrote the santa baby post, I went to Tiffany’s website to see if there were any cute charms for my bracelet.
Well it turns out there are many, but this is the one I want most of all!
Of course it’s too late to ask for it because all the shopping is finished and mostly wrapped and under the tree.
I have no expectations at finding this in my home on Christmas morning.
I just like to look at it and smile.
It’s a pretty little bauble that makes me happy to look at.
When we were little, Grandaddy used to say to us: You’re old enough for your wants not to hurt you.
He had a point.
I absolutely adore this charm.
It would be lovely on my bracelet.
Do I want it? Probably.
Do I need it? No.
Can I live without it? Absolutely.
Christmas is about hope.
The hope a baby brought to this world.
When I think of it that way, hoping to have this charm on my bracelet one day seems trivial and selfish.
Hope is lovely, isn’t it?