French husband said he wanted a lamp for his bedside. He said he wanted one that worked. What he meant was he wanted a NEW lamp, a MODERN lamp! Not a find at the flea market standing on its last leg and flickering a romantic glow like a candle.
"Oh," I muttered. A new ugly lamp is what I thought. Though I knew French husband would never actually go to a shop and buy one. He hates to shop. I think the last time he stepped foot into a shop was to buy me a birthday present, and that was only once years ago. But that is another story.
I thought many moons would go by with the sweet, little, romantic lamp by his bedside flickering. Certainly he would forget his request by morning.
At the break of dawn he said he was going to buy a lamp. "Oh no, no-no-no, I already did!" I lied. "I bought you a new, modern lamp for your birthday!"
French husband laughed, "A lamp for a birthday gift?"
"Sure," and I added in case he forgot, "Remember when you bought me that printer that you wanted, then claimed it as my birthday gift a few years ago?"
He shook his head in disbelief, "I cannot wait to see it this evening."
"Doubt worry it will be wrapped up with a big red bow!" I smiled at him and freaked inside. I had to go buy a lamp fast!
When French husband came home there were two packages wrapped on the table. He opened them proudly. Two lamps, matching his and hers. New, modern and they work.
Happiness is love glowing brightly.
Photo: His new lamp by his bedside.
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