|I Just Want You to be Happy|
Yesterday was such a day. We really needed to find a sideboard (buffet) to go with the dining room table we bought the day before. Cindy had the idea of finding something in an antique store to match up with the new table and chairs. So, off to the local antique shops we went.
We must've gone into a half dozen stores before I spied a piece that looked perfect.
Me: Hey, honey!---Here's the perfect piece! It's the right color; It's the right length, and it has character! And, it looks very well made and in good condition!
Her: I'm sorry---it would be just right but I can't stand that silver hardware on it.
Me: We can easily replace the hardware.
Her: No, the hardware was made for the piece and anything else wouldn't look right.
Her: I don't think this is what we want, but we can think about it. After all, I just want you to be happy.
|Your Happiness Means Everything|
A couple of hours later, I found a buffet that I knew she would like. It was perfect, I thought. stupid me
Me: Honey! Here it is! And it doesn't have any shiny hardware!
Her: Sweetie, it is almost what we want, but it is a little too low in height.
Her: No, I think we will know what we want when we see it. but I just saw it! You know, Your happiness is all I care about.
At the end of the day, around 5:00, I was draggin'. We went into one last store. By this time my body and mind were shutting down. I was beginning to think about how good a nice martini would taste.
It was then she walked up behind me.
Her: I've found it.
Me: You did?
Her: Yes---come see.
I examined it. It did look good. It did have character. The price was better than I dared hope for. We bought it.
On the way home, I asked her if my input really meant anything to her.
|Believe Me, I'm Happy If She's Happy!|