Momentarily Young and Brave

When only a few items remained on the table, we had to get serious about our decision making. Like most husbands, my happiest moments come when I'm able to put a smile on the face of my wife. Like most husbands, I always want to know what it is that my wife wants to put that smile on her face. Like most husbands I ask her what she wants (to put a smile on her face) too much which irritates her because at a certain point I'm supposed to know what she wants without asking her and if I ask her what she wants at the point when I'm supposed to KNOW what she wants without asking well, she "doesn't want anything, thank you" and that's not good.

I was approaching that sensitive point when Lynn astonished me by looking directly into my eyes with an expression that was very close to "kiss me" and saying with purrfect clarity. " I love that fiber optic bear. Get it for me."

All of a sudden I was elevated to the next level...Knight errant...man on a mission.

I had an opportunity to earn a smile.

I was in perfect position.

The fiber optic bear had frawn zero attention through the entire game and this was the end of the game. Brad the librarian had drawn the bear early and throughout the game he had used reverse psycholgy "Don't you take my fiber optic bear. I love this bear. etc" all of which proved ineffective as he was still stuck with an unwanted bear which would be in Brad's garbage can within 24 hours.

When my turn came, the bear was right there.

I went to the table. I listened to the various offers. I pretended to flirt with the last elephnat on the table but my mind was made up.

"I know this is gonna break your heart, Brad, but give me that bear."

Brad didn't even fake heartbreak, when he handed me the bear. It was win' win for me and Brad and a loss for Mr. Baseball who was stuck with the piece of junk I had brought to the party which he knew I had brought because I considered it junk and told him so.

I took my trophy back to the Lynn. She looked at the bear with tenderness and then turned her loving eyes for towards me. I thought I saw a tear. Lynn is a tough lady. She doesn't cry. Yet somehow the bear was breaking through her sentimenta line of scrimmage and heading for daylight. She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips as almost everybody ooohed and aaahed. 

Momentarily I was young and brave,