I know this seems a little silly.
You may even ask, “But don’t you love surprises? Why would you want to know what your surpriseis? Doesn’t that ruin the surprise?”
Of course I know that “knowing” the surprise ruins the surprise BUT how could I not want to know….now that I know, ya know??!
This all started when this handsome man told me I wouldn’t be getting a Christmas present until mid January because the person making it is going on vacation. I then asked, “Ooooo! What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”, he said.
“Well it’s not really a surprise now that I know I’m getting a surprise.”, I replied.
“But you still don’t know what the surprise is….so that means it is still a surprise.”, he countered.
This went on and on. I tried to prod him for hints, trick him into spilling details and even begged for more information. Nothing. However, I don’t think he realizes how persistent I am. I’ve got three weeks to make him crack. :)
The fact that I love surprises is well-known. I’m practically bursting with excitement on a daily basis and when you add a surprise in the mix….well folks….I just can’t contain myself.
Last week I got a very unsuspected surprise from this handsome man I’ve been talking to. I was expecting to see him much later in the evening since he had to work and then drive 5 hours to see me but just before 12 o’clock on Friday one of my co-workers tells me “my friend” is here to see me. I’m thinking Maureen has stopped by to say hello but when I open the door there stands this handsome man with a grin from ear to ear.
He had decided to take the day off to come down and take me to lunch just because he knew I loved surprises…..I must say I’m impressed.
Lately I’ve been having the most eye-opening conversations:
I’ve finally realized that my flaws are just as important as my strengths.
I’ve realized in an attempt to avoid hurt feelings you will usually still hurt them, it will just be farther down the road and be more painful.
I’ve found that being vulnerable is scary but comes with big rewards.
I’ve determined that asking questions is the only way I’ll ever get any answers.
I’ve discovered the more I share with others the more I know my true self.
I’ve learned that talking about the future makes the unknown much more approachable.
I love this little snippet from “Date A Girl Who Reads”. This is such a true statement! Girls who read think a little differently. We don’t just live in a mundane world, we live in a story with plots and characters. Brief encounters with others aren’t just happenstance, they are a small portion of a bigger story. We think in paragraphs with detailed adjectives. We can’t help but get swept away in a moment because that is when we begin to commit every detail to memory so we can recall those feelings at a later time.
I don’t need to date a boy who reads but I do need to date a boy who understands that life is full of whimsy and that day-to-day routine can be a fairy tale if you use your imagination.
What is it about chocolate that makes it my go-to remedy for a bad day? Chocolate cupcakes in particular. Those mini slices of heaven are the answer to all problems, I swear. Perfectly portioned for all sorts of problems. I personally like to get around 6 of them so I have enough to fully eliminate any bad mood I was having.
Today is a 3 cupcake kind of day. Thank goodness there is a bakery down the street from my office.