Richer Than Money

A short post from the happy side of a week gone by.

My girlfriend and I have an advent calendar where we have bought each other gifts, so every other day she gets a small gift, some days a chocolate, or a scarf, and the other-other day, I get a present -- she's gotten me a really nice shirt, some candy, you've got the idea.

Last Sunday, she woke up early and called to me from bed (early for her and early for me is somewhat different). Can I have my advent calendar gift now?

My heart skipped exactly one beat. I drank some water straight from the tap and went in to the bedrom. I had put her gift beside the bed, under some clothes, so I could conveniently get down on a knee and find it for her.

It was a box wrapped in some grey paper. She opened it slowly. The box had pictures of yellow roses on it. She took the lid of and found another box wrapped in silk paper.

As she was opening this new box she knew, and I said some words, you know, good words, and she hugged me and I know I had a tear in my eye, 'cause the world was all blurry like.

Sten, Oslo, Dec. 13th 2004