Let me just put some dirty laundry out on the table.
“Oh, I just love when she does this.”
This guy? He absolutely stunk at Mother’s Day the first few years I was actually a Mom. It’s true! And I can say that now because he is SO good at it now. And I can say it because I’m hopped on pain meds and he’s out of town and I’m missing him. Seriously, I love him. And I kinda love telling this story on him.
Ladies and Gentlemen, and mainly Billy’s friend Jeremy who is going to think this story is hilarious, let me present to you the sad true story of Mother’s Day Gone By.
The year was 2003 and this dude had made his appearance.
For Mother’s Day he bought me a…drum roll please…a chocolate Elvis CD.
I mean. He tossed it to me, in the plastic grocery bag it had come in, and I looked at him like he was crazy and he kind of started stammering ‘well, I ran out of time and the Russell Stover outlet was the only thing open.’
So, not only was it a chocolate Elvis CD but it was a chocolate Elvis CD from an outlet! AN OUTLET!
Fast forward to the next year, 2004…A board game and some smelly lotion. No wrapping, no nothing. Now, I love board games more than the average bear but at least wrap that sucker up! Don’t you go handing me a Wal-Mart bag!
In 2005…this one is bad too…I can’t remember what he bought, let’s give him the the benefit of the doubt and assume it was something good, but I do remember we got in a HUGE fight ON MOTHER’S DAY about how I didn’t keep up with the ironing.
Which, in his defense, is totally true. But, still! On Momma’s Day!
Seriously, y’all, when I say our marriage keeps getting better and better it’s because it does. I mean…look where we came from!
In 2006, I abandoned the whole thing and went to Atlanta with my Mom. We had a great time.
About three years ago though Billy got his act absolutely together and has really been hitting it out of the park on special occasions.
Thoughtful, wrapped gifts. Children washed and dressed in nice clothes. Zero work for me to do all day. It’s totally true.
This year we went to Atlanta Bread for breakfast before church. While Stella threw a tantrum beside the booth me and the boys took silly pics. I don’t do tantrums on Mother’s Day. That’s Billy’s job. I figure it’s payback for that dang Elvis CD.
Here we are in September of 1995. Our first picture together in college.
“I wonder if this might be the guy to crush my expectations with a chocolate Elvis CD?”
Marriage. Better and worse than you thought since the beginning of time.