I’m going to let you in on a little thing I have a hard time with, sometimes.
Feeling like a woman.
Not to go all Shania Twain or anything, but let’s face it. Because my husband is paralyzed, and just isn’t able to do somethings, I do them.
Some of these things are things that would traditionally fall on “the man.”
Like fixing things, building things, lifting things, reaching things, driving, you get the picture.
I do all of that.
Also, because of our situation – and the fact that every time we go anywhere, I literally have to lift Mr. Wonderful up and put him in our SUV, and lift the wheelchair and put it in, I NEVER wear skirts. I NEVER wear heels.
Add all of this up, and sometimes, I just don’t feel very girly anymore.
Not that I was ever a really, really girly girl, but anyway.
It’s not something I dwell on a lot, but it is something that can be aggravating at times.
Enter my Christmas gifts from my husband this year.
A collection of lip glosses.
A collection of perfumes.
And the darling little box pictured above. A handmade, super girly box to put my wedding rings in. My rings are hand-me-downs from my Granny, and they’ve never had a box. So, at home, they are often just sitting around. Michael just noticed that, and got me this box on Etsy.
I felt so loved as I was putting my Christmas presents away.
This is how my man sees me.
As a woman.
As a lady.
Who is pretty.
And smells good.
And needs a place to put her shiny diamond rings.
Not as a grubby taxi driver/handyman/maid/nurse.
I needed that gift most of all.
And, he didn’t even know that.
The beautiful thing about gifts is that they all speak. They all say something.
And I loved to hear what these Christmas presents told me.