The Christmas Bracelet

I’m not embarrassed to say that you really can’t get anything past me, I’m very intuitive. But the husband got me last Christmas. I don’t know why he decided to be the perfect husband, I don’t know what I did to deserve his thoughtfulness, but more importantly I don’t know how he pulled it off.
Right before we were ready to leave for Christmas Eve Chinese dinner, the husband handed me a card. Huh? Immediately I was thrown off. He made the card himself.
Inside it said, “Some angels are created and some you are lucky enough to marry or call mom! So we wanted to Thank You for being the family’s Guardian Angel.”
I well-up now, a year later, when I read it. I was given instructions inside the card to look under the tree for a small box. “What? There’s no box under the………. Oh!”
There was a note inside the box to go to the hall closet. I was all over the house reading notes when finally I found another box. Inside this box was the tennis bracelet I had been hinting about for years. The husband, the boys and the girlfriend all had grins on their faces during this entire scene. I looked at my husband with tears streaming down my face, he looked at me with his cocky, snake-in-the-grass look that I have grown to love over the last 22 years and asked, “Well do you like it?”

To which I replied, “You had me at the card.”