“Let’s not bother with Christmas presents this year,” I say. “We don’t need anything, and we can focus on stuff for the house.”
“That’s a great idea,” J agrees.
“Well, I mean, we should get each other one small, thoughtful thing,” I backpedal.
“Of course,” J says.
Naturally, O Magazine helps me create the perfect gift for J. I learn of a service that will allow me to convert photos to oil paintings. J is a wonderful photographer, so I pick one of my favorite shots from
But when I do receive the painting a few days before the holiday, it’s spectacular. He will love it.
This gentleman from Santorini is hanging in our kitchen now.
J and I decide to celebrate our Christmas the Saturday before Dec. 25th. We each have one small wrapped gift placed under the tree – ahem, poinsettia.
J asks to open his gift first. As I suspected, he loves it. Success!
I open my gift. A Reebok sneakers box!
Wait - a handmade book inside. The Grinch adorns its cover.
It reads: Merry Christmas, Melissa.
I begin reading. J is absolutely silent.
…a few sheets of paper were all I could afford…
…you’ll need a break after a long winter cooped up with your boyfriend…
Map of the
I scream as I frantically turn the pages. There is a 17 hour flight to
I can barely wrap my head around it; I am so astounded.
He’d been planning it since that afternoon in Crate and Barrel. He set me up. And he kept it top secret for months and months.
He should work for the CIA; he’s so secretive and smooth.The trip is coming up quick; we leave for Bangkok on February 22nd. We're in the process of getting the appropriate shots (hepatitis A) and antimalarial meds, as you do. J thinks I am crazy for insisting on a mosquito net for Cambodia; he assures me we are not sleeping in wilderness. I have to explain to him that mosquitos love to feast on me, and he'll be sorry when I contract malaria!
So yeah, ever so slightly crazy.
And going to Thailand and Cambodia!!!
(High-pitched squealing ensues.)