There had been a big build up to this day, my birthday. Everybody who knew Tony seemed to know what he had gotten me and it sounded as if it was going to be a big deal, so when the day came I tried (and failed) to contain my excitement!
First he woke me up with quite possibly the best sex ever; There’s something about morning sex, gets me excited just thinking of that feeling of him just starting to slip in… Hmmm. Any way, after the morning horizontal tango he presented the first gift of the day, a Coldplay CD. He is very musically minded and wants to “teach” me the ways and all that jazz.
Throughout the day he gave me more gifts which happened to make up the entire back catalogue for Coldplay. Nice touch I though. We went to the beach and walked along the shore hand in hand as if nothing else in the world mattered, it was just us on our own strolling along in our own little world.
Once back home he got out an envelope. It was a standard white self sealed envelope, like you would receive in the mail containing a letter from an office somewhere. I sat trying to rack my brains of the past few days, what could be in that little envelope? I felt it very carefully… there was no ring inside (lucky seeing as the divorce isn’t over yet), the paper inside felt sturdy, not quite card, but a high quality thick paper.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and ripped along the seal. I caught a glimpse of a metallic purple flash and felt even more compelled to rip open the envelope like an over excited child at Christmas. It was my birthday, I’m allowed right? So I figured it was ok and started shredding the envelope with Tony looking on with an excited glint in his eye. I pulled out the small piece of thick paper and saw “Voucher” straight away with an image of the Angel of the North. I felt confused, I didn’t realise you had to pay to go to see that! - You don’t by the way.
He told me to read the voucher very carefully and as I read I had glimmers of my own life throughout the suggestions on the back of the voucher. “A trip to Nine Springs, Ham Hill, football stadiums, National parks, Safari parks, art galleries” and the list continued, all picked out carefully to match my life and things we had done together and enjoyed. He then explained that he wrote everything himself and gave it to a friend who is a graphic designer and she was able to create this simple, unique gift. I have never received such a thoughtful present, and yes, I have to admit, it brought a tear to my eye and I collapsed into his arms crying with happiness. What have I done to deserve such a fabulous guy?
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