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I don't like getting presents, cant really take compliments, bad with effusive praise of any kind. I prefer not getting presents over getting them... I usually keep my mouth shut and suck it up because i know that, for the some part, those that want to give are giving because they have a good heart, at the very least they are being polite on a day that requires gift giving.
When asked, 'What would you like for XXXXXX?', my reply is always close to the same, 'REALLY, nothing. I would like your company (if its someone close by that i care for)/ If ya gotta give, donate to the Children's Cancer Fund at your local hospital in my name (NO ONE, and i mean NO ONE.. E V E R does that... they think i am kidding or something!?! what better gift could there be?! REALLY!)/ Just lets go out to dinner some time and you pick up the check (buddies or coworkers/employees.. and they know i mean that too, i love dining, as you might guess)...'
Now there is an exception to that rule: getting ANYTHING made with the hands of my three boys. OMG. A sketch, a scribble, a clay dinasaur/horse/dog/minataur (er... thats the same piece, BTW,
), a story book they made in school, a tie rack from shop class (i dont wear ties for the most part, but what does THAT matter)... a present from my cheflings is like a gift from God, which, i suppose in a way it is... A present from someone else? I would rather not, for the most part, get one. Tell me you're thinking of me, do one of the things I mentioned above, send a card if you must, but no present. really. thank you deeply for the sentiment, but keep the goods.
Now something has been changed.... i dont think i changed it... but it's different...
I was chatting the other day with my deliciously hard, asskickin' S.O., and we were talking food and contest prep diet and invariably things she misses eating or things i havent had in a dogs age, as i am cutting heavy, creep into the conversation... No major event, just a talk like any other: music to my ears, and heart, but no major point made on any needs or desires like that... just that she misses fresh baked bread (which you KNOW I am baking for her breakfast in bed the morning after the contest...er... shhhhh... dont tell her) and that i have a killer sweet tooth burning a hole in my brain.... I didnt really mention what i needed, i dont think?! but she obviously listens. Obviously remembers. Obviously cares. whoa... trying to type without crying like a baby...
so...
I just got a package... not a fedEx for work, or something i ordered (i am a shopping BITCH)... but a delivery from... er... a florist? What the hell...?
A teddy bear. An insanely soft and little teddy bear. And a perfect box of some the very best dark, lucious, mind rending chocolates this side of Belgium. I was speachless. HOW DID SHE KNOW TO DO THIS... i had to sit down... my nephews were looking at me like I just won the lotto, i was smiling so hard that my face was all scrunched up and goofy as could be, and yes, eyes leaking like nobody's business... I loved it and am still glowing. I am looking at the card now and still cant believe how much this meant and means to me.
Darlin', Thank you. Thousand times a thousand thank you's would never scratch the surface of what i need to express to you.. only dilute the savor of my heart. Your every move defines me as the luckiest man alive.
Bro's, Happy Father's Day to you all, do something for a father you know today, you will make them feel loved. I know I do.
When asked, 'What would you like for XXXXXX?', my reply is always close to the same, 'REALLY, nothing. I would like your company (if its someone close by that i care for)/ If ya gotta give, donate to the Children's Cancer Fund at your local hospital in my name (NO ONE, and i mean NO ONE.. E V E R does that... they think i am kidding or something!?! what better gift could there be?! REALLY!)/ Just lets go out to dinner some time and you pick up the check (buddies or coworkers/employees.. and they know i mean that too, i love dining, as you might guess)...'
Now there is an exception to that rule: getting ANYTHING made with the hands of my three boys. OMG. A sketch, a scribble, a clay dinasaur/horse/dog/minataur (er... thats the same piece, BTW,
), a story book they made in school, a tie rack from shop class (i dont wear ties for the most part, but what does THAT matter)... a present from my cheflings is like a gift from God, which, i suppose in a way it is... A present from someone else? I would rather not, for the most part, get one. Tell me you're thinking of me, do one of the things I mentioned above, send a card if you must, but no present. really. thank you deeply for the sentiment, but keep the goods.Now something has been changed.... i dont think i changed it... but it's different...
I was chatting the other day with my deliciously hard, asskickin' S.O., and we were talking food and contest prep diet and invariably things she misses eating or things i havent had in a dogs age, as i am cutting heavy, creep into the conversation... No major event, just a talk like any other: music to my ears, and heart, but no major point made on any needs or desires like that... just that she misses fresh baked bread (which you KNOW I am baking for her breakfast in bed the morning after the contest...er... shhhhh... dont tell her) and that i have a killer sweet tooth burning a hole in my brain.... I didnt really mention what i needed, i dont think?! but she obviously listens. Obviously remembers. Obviously cares. whoa... trying to type without crying like a baby...
so...
I just got a package... not a fedEx for work, or something i ordered (i am a shopping BITCH)... but a delivery from... er... a florist? What the hell...?
A teddy bear. An insanely soft and little teddy bear. And a perfect box of some the very best dark, lucious, mind rending chocolates this side of Belgium. I was speachless. HOW DID SHE KNOW TO DO THIS... i had to sit down... my nephews were looking at me like I just won the lotto, i was smiling so hard that my face was all scrunched up and goofy as could be, and yes, eyes leaking like nobody's business... I loved it and am still glowing. I am looking at the card now and still cant believe how much this meant and means to me.
Darlin', Thank you. Thousand times a thousand thank you's would never scratch the surface of what i need to express to you.. only dilute the savor of my heart. Your every move defines me as the luckiest man alive.
Bro's, Happy Father's Day to you all, do something for a father you know today, you will make them feel loved. I know I do.
