Today I really didn't have a post prepared that had to do with a project I've started or finished...but instead it is simply just a little story about me and my baby. I titled it "Bedtime reading" because it has more text than I normally do so you may get sleepy reading but that's OK, it was a fun story to write...
Now mind you my baby is not your typical story about a "baby-baby" as in Gerber, but a story about a car, a husband and a girl that fell in love...
Everyday on my way home from work, I drive past a premiere luxury car dealership that just happens to have a stop light right in front of their corner window display. You know, the window where they put all their beautiful cars that "make a statement" so to speak and that they really want to promote.
One day as I drove home from work, the light turned red and I had to stop...right in front of that window! Well what to my wandering eyes should appear...but the loveliest little white Mercedes convertible I have ever seen...I mean she was beautiful...all white and shiny with a Burgundy interior and her little hard-top sitting on her just begging for someone to come along and "take off that bonnet" so she could let her hair down.
So right there while sitting at the stop light, I picked up my cell phone and called the dealership to ask about it!
Now I don't promote driving and talking but I didn't dare go into that shop or I never could have come home! I mean really, I know me, I would have been signing on the dotted line once the salesman saw me drooling over that car so I had to just call him instead! Well much to my dismay I knew after talking to him, I would never convince my husband to buy this baby, first of all because we're very practical and second another car was just not something we needed especially a car like this, "a pretty play car".
However, for weeks I did try to talk him into it but the answer was always the same...no, no and no we don't need it!
Meanwhile a few weeks later my husband had to work on a Saturday morning but as he was leaving he said to me; I know you've been really depressed because we can't just go buy that car but I'll tell you what, how 'bout when I get off work around noon we go out for lunch and just play around town for the day? I thought to myself what a sweetie, he's trying to turn my pouty little mood around so I really needed to buck up and shut-up about that stinking car, it was a done conversation for Pete's sake and there are more important things in life!
So we did...drove into town, had lunch and tooled around playing and having a great time and without even realizing it, my bad attitude was gone and I wasn't even thinking about the car anymore!
Well several hours later as we were driving out of town, we had to go right past the dealership and as we did, I found myself pointing furiously at the window with that darling little car still sitting there trying to get my husband to see her in all her glory even though I knew I had resolved it in my mind she was never going to be mine.
As we came up to the corner where the light turned red (again) he asked me if I wanted to go in and just look at it. He had such a sympathetic tone like he knew how much I wanted that little car and out of kindness of heart wanted me to "see it up close and personal"! So we did, we went in and she was even prettier in person, oh my she was beautiful, just beautiful such a pretty little thing!
Without even stopping to reply to the salesman saying "hello may I help you?"
I made a mad dash over to the car, I mean mad-dash, embarrassingly so...I was practically pushing and clawing my way over to that car!
It was a horrible site, my feet were loosing traction, my hands and arms were flailing in the air and I had a crazed look on my face...I mean really who was this women I had become, it was truly an out-of-body experience!
By the time I skidded into place to admire this vision of loveliness...a car for crying out loud, the salesman had finally reached me and all I could say while huffing and puffing was; its beautiful, just beautiful as I stood there drooling and sweating over a car!!!!...I was a pitiful site, I mean pitiful!
Without skipping a beat, the poor salesman standing behind me, not knowing how to handle this crazy women in front of him, timidly spoke up and said to me; "I'm sorry Miss but this car isn't for sale".
At that point all I can say is I'm pretty sure I looked like the girl in the Exorcist when her head spun around on her shoulders and I was ready to whip around and scream at having no chance at all of trying to convince my husband that I should have this car...all hope was gone...gone...gone!
But, just then the nice young salesman that was standing there behind me, held up the keys to the car and with a grin on his face simply said;
"yes mam, that's right, its not for sale anymore because a very nice Gentleman came in this morning and bought the car for his wife and that must be you".
The moment was surreal I mean it was like something out of a romance novel or love story...I was in tears, the salesman was in tears and then there was my husband...standing there smiling (and yes even he had a tear in his eye although to this day he denies that part!) knowing he made this girls' day!
He had gone in earlier that morning when "he had to go to work" and bought the car for me...something I thought he would never ever in a million years do!
And pretty much all I can remember besides driving this baby home that day was what my husband said to me...
"good things do come to those that wait"
which is so true in more ways than one.
As I look back it always makes me smile and I remember what a wonderful day it was...the day I fell in love with my baby...