Every since I was a little girl, I've been a huge fan of a certain line of dolls. Not just the dolls themselves, but the stories that accompany them. Different time periods, cultures, customs, family dynamics. I loved the stories. My parents bought me all the books, yet I craved one of the dolls. My parents refused to spend that kind of money on such a "stupid and frivilous" thing that I was just going to eventually outgrow. (By that logic, why by any child anything? They all outgrow them.)
As the years passed, the stories stayed with me. I was able to pass my own collection of books to my daughter. She received her first doll for her birthday two years ago. Then got another one for Christmas. Then a friend knew someone selling one at work....ok fine, I live vicariously thru my daughter. My daughter loves the dolls, the stories, etc. etc. She has a growing collection. It's awesome.
One day this summer while we were in one of the stores that sell these dolls, I stopped in front of a specific display case containing my favorite doll, and just stared. My husband just looked at me. "Umm...?" I explained that this girl was my favorite, she was the one I always wanted, and I like to just stare at her sometimes and dream. He continued to watch me as our daughter who'd heard the conversation came up with this "OMG DAD! EPIC IDEA" that Mom get her own doll for Christmasssss!" I laughed and shugged it off. That's silly. I'm in my early 30s. I mean don't get me wrong, it would be a cool present, I'd probably cry, but don't be ridiculous. I'm a grown woman.
Fast foward to Christmas. We have a plan, a budget, and we stick to it. I get all my presents for my husband purchased, wrapped, and under the tree. He then announces that he hopes I don't mind but he needs to blow the budget a bit to get something he feels I need. Oh, and stay off the banking app, if you see certain charges, it'll give it away.
I've never been one with a good memory. With some recent health issues, its only gotten worse. All the stuff from this summer was totally forgotten. So I'm at a total loss. I ask for clues. He only gave me one. It's bigger than a bread box. Every other question I asked, he evaded. He was so super secretive. It was exciting, but it also drove me nuts!
Christmas Eve, it suddenly hits me. Oh my gosh, this mystery gift could totally be a doll. Noooooo. That's insane. He wouldn't do that. But it's bigger than a bread box right? Yeah but so is a drill set. Or a saw. Or some other random gizmo. (I kinda like power tools) I was a mess for the next 24 hours. Could it be!?
Christmas morning rolls around. Everyone opens all their gifts. My husband is keeping one off to the side for the very last. He finally hands it to me. It's big. It's the right shape. Yet I kept telling myself he could have just used a box from a previous purchase to throw me off. I was trying to protect my heart juuuust in case.
I ripped back the paper, and there she was! The doll I'd wanted for twenty something years. I shrieked. I laughed. I cried. My daughter went nuts. "OMG we can totally play dolls togetherrrrrr!" She's beautiful. Everything I have ever dreamed of. Her hair is perfect. Her dress is perfect. Her little gold earrings are perfect. She's flawless.
To some people it may not be that big of a deal. It's a doll. I'm in my 30s. Grow up already. Thing is, my super rigid, very budget conscious husband saw my reaction to seeing the doll back in the summer, made up his mind then, and then followed thru. He threw better judgement and rational thought to the wind. He gifted me one of the things the 9 year old in my soul has been craving for years. He did something for me as an adult, that my parents wouldn't do for me as a child. In a way, I feel a part of my childhood is finally complete. Does that make sense?
My husband is typically bad with grand gestures. (Mostly due to FOO) Or he has a big idea, tells me he has one, then fails to deliver. It's crushing every time. I have trained myself to be prepared for failure. To not expect much. But this time, he made a plan, and followed thru till the end. That's kind of a big deal.
This experience was not only healing for me, but for him as well. He experienced firsthand what it feels like to go above and beyond, to reach outside the box. You can see the joy and satisfaction on his face. He "got" it. It was a healing moment for him just as much as it was for me.