I'm driving home from work. The freeway is busy and I'm just waiting for it to pick up. I get a text message. It's the wife. She's wondering what's taking me so long. I tell her traffic is a bit heavy and I'll be home soon. She says she has a surprise for me and I better get home quick. I finally get home and she meets me in the drive-way. She covers my eyes and leads me inside all giddy and such. She opens my eyes and I see she spent the whole day arranging the place. She put everything out and the place looked as if we've lived there for years. While I'm looking around I see she actually put up my giant Manson banner in the spare bedroom. She made half the room Marilyn Manson and the other half Marilyn Monroe. It looked so awesome. I went into the kitchen where she was cooking dinner and I grabbed her and gave her a big ol hug and a kiss. I told her great the place looked and thanked her for doing it. I think she knew how bad I am at decorating, but it was really awesome that she spent the whole day working.
After dinner we went outside and sat on the patio. She had a glass of wine, and I had a beer. I've never been much for wine. The moment almost felt unreal. She was sitting real close to me with her legs on my lap and her head resting on my shoulder. We sat there for almost an hour until she got up and kissed me as she went inside. I followed shortly after. She was in the living room picking out a movie. I tried picking out Night at the Roxbury but she turned that down pretty quickly. We snuggled on the couch watching movies until she fell asleep. I got up and carried her into bed.
I laid there and looked at her and couldn't help but say to myself "How did I get so lucky?" Before I went to sleep I kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and said goodnight. I kissed her again and said "goodnight Jess; I love you"
I don't even think this was a dream of mine. More of a production of my daydreaming, which I do often. It's funny, most people are thinking about amazing vacations and trips with their girlfriends/wives, I'm apparently the guy that just thinks about how amazing a simple day can be. Maybe it's a testament to the man that I am. I appreciate the little things in life. While I still strive for bigger and better things, I'm also the kind of guy that thinks a picnic under a tree is amazing. But more than that, I'm a dreamer. I'm not the guy that pulls out something romantic just for birthdays and anniversaries. What's the point in that? I wanna plan something awesome for a random Tuesday for no reason other than I like surprises. I like to be spontaneous. But I don't think I could ever be a guy that never thinks of the future or romance. I think the way I look at it is, if I died tomorrow, would I be happy with the way I lived my life and the chances I took? Right now... I'm happy with the way I'm living my life. But I don't have everything I want. Which always takes time. But I believe that knowing what I want and getting out there and taking it is the best thing you can do. As hard as it can be to want something so bad and not be able to have it, it's even worse when you think you may not even be trying. At least I can go to sleep at night knowing I'm doing the best I can and being the best man that I can and hope it's enough.
