Gifting

“I gave you a daughter.” has been my response to a lot of gift-giving comparisons over the last year. Our daughter, Dagny was born in 2012 and I looked up to see him holding our daughter with tears in his eyes. I think I win the gift-giving competition. So far he hasn't caught on that he was involved in giving me a daughter as well. When he does I guess I will have to start getting points by planning vacations and date nights again. I have traditionally been in charge of planning our dates, starting with our first date when I asked him out. I do wish after seven years together he would plan more, but in his defense I squash his ideas a lot. His last date night plan was a pottery class I would take alone while he went to a steak dinner with the guys. Yeah, he didn't understand why I wasn't thrilled about that one. 

It really was a surreal moment. Me freaking out on the operating table about the lack of feeling in my legs, and I look up and he's bringing her to me to see. He's all red faced and teary-eyed like when the church doors opened and I walked down the isle to meet him. That was the first time I saw him cry and now, four years later he's doing it again. “Are you crying?” I asked him.

“Yes, … I have a daughter.”

So really I've given him two tear-jerkers for gifts.  My fabulous self and an even more fabulous daughter.  I've hinted that I think we should maybe have another, since this one is so great.  He's vetoing that...for now.