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The Best Worst Gift Ever
A 25th wedding anniversary surprise
It was our 25th wedding anniversary. It had been a good twenty-five years together. We had raised two great boys, had a charming home, and I still looked pretty good for my age.
We had worn the rough edges off each other and learned to get along. We were still in love. It was different now, of course. More comfortable. But deeper. I couldn’t imagine life without Dan.
We decided to have dinner at home. Dan cooked my favorite. Chicken Cordon-Bleu. I realize I am lucky to have a husband who can cook. It was delicious. Afterward, we exchanged gifts.
“I got you something,” he said. As if it was unexpected.
“Me first,” I said, and handed him an envelope. Inside was a card he could care less about. But inside the card were season tickets to the Bulls. They were crazy expensive, and I had to pull some strings to get them, but he is worth it.
Of course, he was ecstatic.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
He returned with band new carry-on bag. A yellow bow stuck to the top.
A carry-on bag! I was furious. Twenty-five years and he buys me luggage? I got up without saying a word and walked out the front door.
