Romance for Real Women

If I was the type to squeal, I would.

Yesterday I posted an opinion, mind you, just an opinion that my partner might turn up for Mother’s Day dinner with something gift wrapped.

He did.

Yes, indeedy.

Thoughtful man.

Not that he didn’t make me work for it.

He came over at dinner time, as arranged, carrying a large gift wrapped box that I couldn’t help noticing. However, he deposited it on a chair in the living room and then didn’t mention it.

I could hardly ask, could I?

So during the meal, prepared by yours truly, consisting of steak, roasted sweet potatoes, and Caesar’s salad accompanied by a good Merlot and followed by chocolate mousse, I didn’t say a word, although I admit I sneaked a few glances at the package when I had occasion to pass it.

Finally, after dinner when despite the wine, I began to grind my teeth, he leaned back in his chair and announced he’d brought me a little something for Mother’s Day.

“Oh,” I said with complete innocence as if I hadn’t noticed anything sitting on my living room chair begging to be opened.

Knowing me as he does, he just laughed and suggested I get it.

Well, ladies, he’d made an on line visit to one of my favorite lingerie stores and cleaned out the e-shelves. For tucked into the package was a gorgeous white sheer peignoir, a black gown and a red lace baby doll. He also included several pairs of fishnet stockings, a staple of my wardrobe.

I was nearly speechless. Gorgeous sexy lingerie is one of my greatest weaknesses and we can get into the whys of that in another post.

Well, naturally we took the rest of the Merlot into the bedroom where I treated him to a fashion show guaranteed to start his week off right.

I’ll spare you the details, but if you’d like to see what he bought me, go to www.inhisdreams.com It’s one of the oldest sellers of high quality sexy lingerie on the internet. Believe me, I know. I’ve been a customer for years.

Mother’s Day is one of the sweetest holidays of the year. And not just because my partner has learned I adore good chocolate.

It’s the one holiday when the rest of the family makes its own rituals.

If you’re like me, and you probably are, women, mothers, are responsible for the rituals that mark the years for their children.

Thanksgivings may be at home or friends or family. You may decorate for the holiday or just concentrate on the food. But Mom’s the person who decides the where and with whom. Ditto for Christmas and birthdays. And, to Mom falls most of the work. (My Christmas tree has gotten to be such a chore, that two Christmases ago I obtained an arty looking branch from one of the dormant trees in the lawn and decorated it with dried fruit. When I presented it to the children as a different kind of Christmas tree, you can believe they were having none of it. Last year we were back to the three days to put up and two days to take down version.)

This is not a whine, just a fact. We do the work that makes the holidays special.

But not on Mother Day.

This is the day children, husbands and partners are free to conspire to show us how much they care.

In my case, I thoughtfully packed the refrigerator with eggs, milk, bacon and thick sliced bread…just in case breakfast was in the offing.

It was. And, it didn’t take me more than forty minutes or so to clean up, but breakfast in bed was worth every burnt pan.

I am far too frugal to allow my partner to treat us to big dinners. And I’m far too good a cook to pine for eating out when I can make an exceptional meal at home. We will be having one of those tonight.

However, I’m have not been above training my significant other in those things that I do find delightful, jewelry, books and lingerie among them and I suspect I’ll be in receipt of something along those lines tonight. I’m looking forward to it.

I started this off with the assertion that Mother’s Day is the one day mom steps aside to let the family decide the ritual.

I might have been mistaken.