We arrived at his farm our first weekend together excited like new puppies.

We came in covered in snow, unpacked and sat in front of the fire for a glass of wine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this beautiful L’Occitane gift bag.

Shoot. He is giving me a gift for no good reason. That makes me uncomfortable. If he keeps being so damn nice to me I might not like him.

An hour passed. And a glass of wine.

I love gifts for no good reason. I love things from L’Occitane.

I can’t wait for the gift.

An hour goes by. More wine.

When is he going to give me that gift? I feel like a little prezzie right now.

The next morning that gift bag was still on the kitchen table, practically joining us for breakfast.

Why has he not given me the gift bag?

Maybe it is for another girl.

How can he possibly think of another girl when he has me? I mean really.

After a day of skiing we returned, great mood until I saw the gift bag.

Maybe it is for one of his daughters.Yup. That’s it.

Don’t be foolish. Of course it’s for another woman.

Piss me off. I want those smelly soaps and creams.

By Sunday, I could barely stand the suspense. Maybe I should date other people. You know, keep my options open.

Just when I was about to beg for the present or the name of the person it was intended for, I overhear

“Don’t forget to remind me to leave money for the cleaning lady- that present is for her too”

At this point I found it funny enough to share the story.

Naturally, when Christmas came I did find a package from L’Occitane under the tree.

You have a fabulous sense of humour. But just so you know, I don’t do windows.
Today is your birthday. Happy wishes. Xo