03-16-2011, 05:37 AM
billy, that was a great story! I can only imagine the enormity of the bouquet. 
(and very sweet 
)
My husband is the romantic one ... with breakfasts in bed, complete with candles and small bouquets of wildflowers, long soaks amongst bubbles, surprise gifts, love notes, etc. etc. (I've been very blessed and spoiled)
So here's what he had to share ...
When we were expecting our first child, complications arose and I was hospitalized for four months. I was to be allowed to go home for Christmas.(the hospital was a 4 1/2hr. drive from home). My husband worked in the woods logging, which meant long days and very physical work. Friday he arrived at the hospital to take me home, but we were told because of the distance it was too risky ... we spent our time together and then said our tearful good-byes. Without my knowing, he decided that if I couldn't get out for Christmas, that he was going to bring Christmas to me. A couple of hours later my husband returned to the hospital with a live miniature Christmas tree, small foil covered chocolate balls, which we strung as decorations, a small set of mini lights, eggnog, and a beautiful wooden nursing rockingchair (my Christmas present!
), and his pjs, then informed the hospital that if I couldn't get out, he was staying ... and he did, moved into the materity ward for 2 weeks, as it was his Christmas holidays. The nurses told us never before had that been allowed. That was 28 years ago and I doubt it has ever happened again! 
(and very sweet )My husband is the romantic one ... with breakfasts in bed, complete with candles and small bouquets of wildflowers, long soaks amongst bubbles, surprise gifts, love notes, etc. etc. (I've been very blessed and spoiled)
So here's what he had to share ...
When we were expecting our first child, complications arose and I was hospitalized for four months. I was to be allowed to go home for Christmas.(the hospital was a 4 1/2hr. drive from home). My husband worked in the woods logging, which meant long days and very physical work. Friday he arrived at the hospital to take me home, but we were told because of the distance it was too risky ... we spent our time together and then said our tearful good-byes. Without my knowing, he decided that if I couldn't get out for Christmas, that he was going to bring Christmas to me. A couple of hours later my husband returned to the hospital with a live miniature Christmas tree, small foil covered chocolate balls, which we strung as decorations, a small set of mini lights, eggnog, and a beautiful wooden nursing rockingchair (my Christmas present!
), and his pjs, then informed the hospital that if I couldn't get out, he was staying ... and he did, moved into the materity ward for 2 weeks, as it was his Christmas holidays. The nurses told us never before had that been allowed. That was 28 years ago and I doubt it has ever happened again!
You give to the world when you're giving your best to somebody else.