I had good intentions. I usually do.
Some of you know that our oldest son, Micah, is engaged to be married. He and Wendy have set the date for next year and Chris and I are over the moon excited about the upcoming nuptials.
I have tried to not go overboard on wedding themed items and I have done a fairly decent job at it so far. After all it is not MY wedding.
But a recent trip to the Biltmore found me in a shop that had some lovely wedding items. Shower gifts. Wedding gifts. Fun Mr. and Mrs. themed items.
I had fun checking them out and with my 20% discount that day I was feeling especially in the buying mood.
There was a cute little stack of heart shaped ceramic dishes that would be perfect for holding rings or just putting on a dresser as an accent piece. It was small enough for a NYC apartment and not expensive and I thought it would be the absolute perfect little gift to stick in a stocking at Christmas. So I bought it along with a cute little package of wedding ring kleenex that I thought would be perfect for me to use at the wedding.
A week or so later when I finally unpacked things from that weekend trip I pulled out the little ceramic heart and opened the box.
I may need to use those kleenex now instead of saving them for the wedding.
Obviously I did not check the lid of the box I was buying before I bought it. It was plainly marked.
Obviously there was a Mr. and Mr. in the stack of Mr. and Mrs.
Obviously I need new contacts.
So good intentions but the outcome did not quite pan out like I had hoped.
I am choosing to giggle about it instead of throwing my hands up in the air because honestly what good will that do? It makes for a good story and a good blog post, right? I am trying to find the extraordinary in this whole thing and what I do know is extraordinary is the fact that I am going to be a mother in law to a very lovely young lady.
So congrats to Micah and Wendy who know that this old lady was thinking about them even if she picked up the wrong present.