I did it.
After almost eleven years of marriage, I finally succeeded in the epitome of wifely success.
For our entire lifetime together, my husband has begged me to help make this happen, and for years I have 100% failed at supporting his hopes and dreams.
But not this year. This year was the appointed time for me to finally make his holiday visions complete.
I sent out Christmas cards.
I know, I know – all of you have been doing this for years. I know this because I get all of your Christmas cards. I even get Christmas cards from some of you whom I’ve never met in real life!
(Thank you for heaping guilt upon my head, year after year, with your holiday cheer.)
But after tackling this feat myself, I have no idea how you people do it every year – I’m pretty sure I need to take at least a ten year sabbatical after I finally get the last blessed card in the mail.
(And don’t expect a personal hand-written note, either. That’s just really going way too far.)
After round one of addressing and stamping, I made it clear to Chris that I deserved, needed, and absolutely REQUIRED some serious accolades for what I had just accomplished.
And he followed through. He melodramatically listed off everything that I did to make his lifelong dream come true, and I was again reminded as to why I now deserved at least two Mediterranean Vacations…
“You chose the photographer, you pinned down a date that worked with us and the photographer, you went shopping, you bought the clothes that we needed to coordinate but not be too matchy-matchy, you got the kids ready, you manipulated their naptimes to make them be in the best mood possible, you got us there on time, you made sure the kids didn’t have gigantic green snot hanging out of their noses, you got them to smile and laugh, you sorted through the photos, you chose the photo that was best, you custom designed the Christmas card, you found the best place to order them, you formatted them, you ordered them, you made a list of recipients, you found all of their addresses, you hand addressed the envelopes, you stamped the envelopes, and you stuffed the envelopes. You, dear wife, are amazing.”
Why yes, yes I am.
So if you received a card from us, feel free to appreciate it fully. And if you didn’t, you might be one of those annoying people that I can’t for the life of me find your address.
And for those of you who have been sending Christmas cards for years, all I can say is, thanks for making me look not nearly as awesome as I obviously am.
At any rate, here’s some of our photos, all thanks to the fabulous Natalie of Sez Me Photography…
…and now I’m off to design my trophy for Wife of the Year.