Day 305: Change of Plans

August 18, 2012

On Sunday (7/29), I had an act planned–I intended to give you 15 minutes to talk about whatever you wanted while I gave you my full attention. I’d done this before. I wanted to do it again because I’ve been convicted lately about my listening habits (I’ve written much about this).

However–and this is a big however–as soon as I parked the car at our place, you informed me by cell phone that our oldest daughter had smashed her teeth on the bathtub and that we needed to take her to the emergency room. So, we took her.

She was brave in the ER, much more so than us. The doctor told us that he couldn’t do anything but that we should see a dentist in the morning. By Monday afternoon, we had a daughter with four less teeth, stitched-up gums, and an adorable new smile.

I did manage to commit my act of love on Sunday, though. Late, late on Sunday night (Monday morning, really), I Facebooked you a message telling you that you handled the teeth situation well and that you acted bravely. When you read this, I think it really affected you because you kept thanking me for the note and saying that you didn’t know why I thought you were so brave because you felt like a wreck the entire night.


Day 260: Message in a Bottle

June 18, 2012

On Thursday, I took you to the beach, where we found a bottle with a message in it. 😉 Here’s the message:

Sorry it’s blurry. It says, “I would swim across the ocean for you (in a world where that’s physically possible–in this world, I would swim until I got tired).”

We almost didn’t go to the beach that day. Before I left for work, I asked you and the girls if you wanted to go when I got home. You all said yes. So during the day I took a break from work and went to the beach and buried a bottle with a message in it near the pier at Goleta Beach. When I got home, everyone was tired and cranky and needing some time apart. I asked you if it was still okay for us to go to the beach and you said that you didn’t think so. So I did what any respectable husband would do: I pleaded with you to let us go. You caved.

When we got to the beach, everyone forgot about their crankiness and had a great time playing in the sand and the waves. I tried to steer us towards the pier, but no one seemed interested. Finally, I got us near the bottle. I unburied it when no one was looking and hoped that someone would find it. Our middle girl did. She picked it up and showed it to you.

“Yuck! Put that down!” you said. “Let me see that,” I said. Our middle daughter gave it to me. “Chauncey, don’t touch that! It’s so gross that you guys are picking up some random beer bottle!” you replied. (It was actually a root beer bottle that I bought at the store. I initially wanted to use some cool antique bottle but I couldn’t find a cheap one. And I didn’t want to pay lots of money for one when both of our grandmas have tons of them just lying around at their houses.) “Look, there’s something in it!” our oldest daughter said. At that point, you took the bottle and examined it. “Gross, it’s a random beer bottle with a cigarette inside,” you said as you threw it on the ground. “No one touch it!”

Then I walked over, picked up the bottle, took off the lid, and dumped the note out in my hand. When you saw that there was a note inside, you rolled your eyes at me. “You did this?! How did you do that? That was very sweet, but you shouldn’t put notes in random beer bottles.” I then explained to you that it wasn’t some random bottle.

Once you were in the know, you were okay with the whole thing and were even very impressed with it.

Here are some pictures of our evening at the beach:

This was candid and cute, so I put it in.

Day 227: Your Act of Love

May 16, 2012

On the way home from your earth-shattering Mother’s Day celebration (where’s a sarcasm font when you need one?), I started feeling sick. By the time we got home, I felt so bad that I had a hard time making it to my bed on my own. For the rest of the night, I lay in bed with a high fever.

That was a really fine way to end your Mother’s Day. But think of it this way–I gave you a great opportunity to show off those outstanding mothering skills of yours. And show them off you did! You waited on me at every moment, yet simultaneously kept our kids from killing each other.

Thank you so much for doing such a great job. In fact, thanking you for the job you did was my act of love for Saturday. While sick in bed, I wrote you this note:

Thank you for taking care of me even on Mother’s Day. You’re a great mom and a spectacular wife!

That note was about all I could handle doing for your act of love. I can’t believe how sick I felt that night. (Maybe the processed chicken from Chuck E. Cheese’s didn’t sit well with me!)

Day 217: The Note Book

May 4, 2012

For this act of love, I wrote the following note and stuck it in one of your favorite books on our shelf:

I loved you as I wrote this,

And I love you still,

I love you as you read this,

Pray I always will!

Which book? I’m not telling. Given that it’s one of your favorite books, though, I’m sure you’ll find the note eventually. Or, after reading this, you’ll bug me until I tell you. Actually, the latter’s so likely it’s almost certain.

Day 199: Balloon Message

April 17, 2012

At the retreat, I wrote this note:

My Beloved,

Your love lifts me to great heights. It carries me in unexpected directions. It drives me to exciting places. Now here, now there, on ever wonderful adventures.

Your Beloved

Then I blew up a balloon, let the air out until almost none was left, and tied it. Next I tied a string to the balloon and tied the note to the string.

What did I do with the balloon? You’ll find out later.

Day 162: I Miss You

March 10, 2012

On Thursday, I felt sick and tired and I missed you. But, I had to spend most of the day (by that, I mean most of the 24-hour period!) at work. When I finally came home Thursday night/Friday morning, I wrote a note that said this: “I miss you and want to spend time with you.” On the note, I placed a piece of candy. Later, you told me that note meant a lot.

Day 29: The Man of Your Dreams or Something Like That

October 27, 2011

The other day you told me that you have a recurring dream in which I tell you you’re not the most beautiful person I know. It takes place at a party where I keep talking to other girls instead of you. When you ask me why I’m talking to them, I tell you that they’re prettier than you. Wow! Here’s something you need to know–the man in your dream is an impostor. Next time you see him, ask him a question that only I would know the answer to.  I bet he’ll walk away flustered. When you told me about your dream, I responded with a joke (oops!). I guess that wasn’t the reaction you wanted. So, today I actually did something to assure you that I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know. I wrote you a letter praising your beauty and sent it to you in the mail. I can’t wait to see your reaction when you get that letter.