FAVORITES PARTY! - My Favorite Gift

Welcome back for the second week of our Favorites Party! I loved your Thanksgiving posts last week! Now, on to our FAVORITE GIFTS!

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First of all, today/Tuesday is my birthday (and the crowd goes wild) and no matter what kind of old or new math you use, I am undoubtedly now in my late 30s. And 'sokay, I'm good with it.

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I've had sooo many good gifts in my life that it's hard to narrow it down. There is one in particular that stands out even though the gift was small and most people may not have given it a second thought. It still gives me the happiest feeling to remember this event.

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At the time I was single with two kids and the Foxy Mr. [who then was just the Foxy Manfriend] was just beginning to come to terms with the facts as I had explained them to him, which were: You ARE going to spend the rest of your life with me, you just have not yet accepted it. (He was kind of a tough sell at times.)

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We had dinner out with several of my friends one weekend and then went back to my house to visit for a while. (I can't really call it "hanging out" anymore like we did when we were 22. It's much more sophisticated in your 30s....right....) It was around my birthday but that really wasn't the reason for our get together. Maybe it was an early Christmas party or something. Who knows.

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The Foxy Mr. had surprised me by bringing a cake to celebrate my birthday.

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You might be thinking "so what?" Lemme 'splain. That kind of thing, even though it seems trivial, didn't happen to me a lot, if ever.

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As a single mom I had a brain full of irrational concerns that I might not ever be someone's favorite girl like I desired to be. I sometimes worried I would never know what it felt like to have a man really lay down his life for me and cherish me. I wanted a man to make a little extra effort for me. Simply put, I wanted to feel loved.

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The birthday cake, a Raspberries and Cream ribbon cake, was the most beautiful and tasty cake in the world that night. I know it seems silly that a birthday dessert can mean so much but seriously, I was so impressed that he would go to the trouble to drive across town, pick up a cake and surprise me. It had fresh flowers on the top (what girl doesn't like fresh flowers?) and the yummiest icing. And it was round. (I think a round cake is classy. Maybe that's weird, just go with it.)

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Once everyone left I sat down at my kitchen table by myself and just looked at what was left of the cake. I picked off the roses and some greenery from the top. Pressing them between pieces of waxed paper in an attempt to preserve the sentiment I was reminded that my God hears the prayers of his children. My desire to be a Godly wife to a Godly man had not been forgotten. It was only a matter of His timing.

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Every time I eat a cake from that bakery I think of the time I was caught off guard by a sweet display of love from my favorite guy.

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PS. Dear Foxy Mr., in case you actually read my blog post today, the truth is, YOU are my most favorite gift. Ever.
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