Yes, yes, I know I can be a bit lugubrious when I go on about my wife, but yesterday was Mother’s Day, and today is her birthday, so you’ll just have to hear me prattle on once more.
I’ve always managed to keep my gifts secret from her, even the elaborate ones, but this time there was no way of hiding the goods.
When we were in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden a few weeks back, I noticed how Tessa always lit up around the cherry trees. The blossoms are insane (as those of you in D.C. know) and the ornamental varieties don’t even bear fruit that you then track back into your house carpet. After a bit of research, I thought the Kwanzan Cherry tree was the winner, as it is obnoxiously beautiful and would bloom in time for her birthday, thus she gets the tree for turning 36, and the flowers for Mother’s Day.
Those of you who know my wife know that “distractions” and “sleight of hand” don’t really work against her, so I had to go ahead and cover her face with my hand when the nursery truck pulled up to the farm to plant the tree. And since it has been cold up here, the blooms aren’t really out yet. But she was still surprised, and that’s all that really matters.
Sadly, the Kwanzan Cherry only lives up to 25 years (nature always exacts a price for that kind of beauty), so it will be a temporary mainstay for the first third of our marriage. It will be time for a new one when Lucy gets out of college. Any college except Dook, I was quick to add.
Speaking of Ol’ Ironsides, she has begun to giggle and smile her way through the afternoon, and it just breaks your heart. What was once a twice-a-week phenomenon has turned into fireworks of smilie-ness. Yet, like Bill T., gigs of electronic media have been wasted trying to capture the moment. After all, it’s usually a spasm of delight, long gone by the time you click the shutter (assuming you’re holding the camera).
Until this weekend, when she finally got so engrossed in her Auntie Michelle that I was able to catch a tiny bit before they faded. I vote YES for SMILES!