I had described my husband of 33 years as Mr Practical, not someone inclined to indulge in *shock and awe* tactics on this day of romantic love.
I’ve been reflecting on this comment throughout the day and I’ve decided that in fairness to Gilles, I really should have called him Mr Unpredictable. Just when I think I have this guy figured out, and I know exactly what he’s going to do and say, he does something so COMPLETELY out of character that I’m dumbstruck.
One of those instances occurred on Valentine’s Day about a dozen years ago.
A typical Valentine’s Day for us is pretty low key … an exchange of cards, perhaps lunch together … but this particular day was going to be over-the-top.
Our receptionist at work had been busy all morning handling deliveries of Valentine flowers, however shortly before noon, something very unusual arrived for me.
Just to be clear … NOTHING had ever arrived for me at work on Valentine’s Day during my entire career.
I wasn’t in my office, so the receptionist called my assistant (yes, I had both an office and an assistant …. I really miss having an assistant) who brought my *gift* to the office where I was still in a meeting.
There was a knock at the door and when I opened it, I was greeted by the smiling faces of a Barbership Quartet in the hallway. I was handed a single long-stem red rose, and they then proceeded to serenade me with a trio of love songs.
In a busy office with over a hundred people, you can imagine the crowd that gathered at this unusual spectacle … including the spectacle of me dissolving into a tearful, pathetic mess.
Gilles earned HUGE points for that one and status as Husband-Of-The-Year from every woman in the office.
Needless to say, Mr Practical has never done anything like that since.
I like to think he’s just waiting until I least expect it …