I’m not a patient person. It’s not my thing. You tell me we’re going to go to Disney world, and I want to go right now. You tell me you bought me a present, and I want it right now!
I tell you this so you’ll understand how very proud of me you should be.
This year, the husband and I went to Greece and Italy. While we were in Italy, we went to one of my favorite places in the world: the Ponte Vecchio.
The bridge is entirely covered in high-end jewelry stores. In fact, it’s illegal for a non-jewelry store to be on the bridge. It has something to do with royalty not wanting stinky things like butchers and tanneries on their commute, so they banned everything but gold and the tradition stuck.
It’s the coolest place of commercialism I’ve ever seen. The storefronts look like jewelry boxes, and when they open in the morning, it’s like something out of a fairytale.
Anyway, the husband and I visited the Ponte Vecchio, and I found a pair of earrings I really, really wanted. Gorgeous little hoops with rose gold on the outside and white gold on the inside. They were so amazing and more than I could excuse spending on a travel gift to myself.
But our ten-year wedding anniversary is coming up at the end of December. And a really nice pair of earrings is totally a justifiable expense to celebrate a decade of marriage.
So, the husband bought the earrings and the sales lady wrapped them in a fancy red bag. And the earrings have been waiting in that bag…since May.
Six months I’ve been waiting for my present. I have not snuck into the red bag. I have not decided that I get my present early. I have been very good.
Now with our anniversary only a month away, the wait is getting harder. I’m wrapping Christmas presents, and that beautiful red bag is still just waiting. With my perfect earrings sitting in the dark inside.
I’m not one to wish my life away, but I’m really ready for my anniversary now. Please?