We’ve almost made it through the Manifesto. Sad but true.
Anyway, I was trying to figure out how to fit the following experience into one of the last left proclamations–attempting to create a moment of inspiration. We’ll see how it goes.
This last week my boyfriend stayed at my house (he works away mostly and it seemed better than him renting a hotel for the short duration of him being back in town). He decided to get me a gift, one to say thank you for putting up with me, my dirty feet, protein powder spillage, and changing my 3 year-old’s diaper blowout. Mostly though, he wanted to say thank you for letting him use my bathroom for his ‘starbuck’s special’ as he has entitled them.
His gift was very thoughtful given the aforementioned.
He brings in the Target bag, and pulls out whatever else he has purchased, then leaning towards me as he is simultaneously pulling my gift out of the bag too says, “here, I got this for you. I thought about getting you a couple new soap dispensers (since I cracked both of mine in my move) but I forgot to hit that aisle. Then he proceeds to hand me an AirWick Limited Edition Air Freshener (OK, it was a little fancier but this is funnier). I was taken aback, I immediately hugged him and thanked him as he set it up over the toilet (I have since moved it to the bedroom now that he is no longer using my loo for his starbuck’s specials). He was proud, very proud.
I thought long and hard about this gift. It really was very thoughtful seeing as he uses the toilet 2, sometimes 3 times per day. In his mind, he really did have my best interest at heart (or he just couldn’t find the soap dispenser aisle).
So, back to the manifesto: SOME OPPORTUNITIES ONLY COME ONCE, SEIZE THEM.
Seize every moment, whether it’s what you expect or not–just like I did as I was handed a target bag with an aromatic device. It was really more than an airwick, it was an opportunity for compassion and thoughtfulness. It’s a smell I cherish now that he’s gone–I love it because it reminds me of a moment, an opportunity, that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
a chicken whit.