She even includes pictures, prices and the website so the chances of me getting it wrong are greatly diminished though never completely erased keeping the surprise in presents.
"Whew," my wife says unwrapping the gift, "you got it right."
This year I thought I'd return the favor and give Sarah and the girls my Christmas list.
It's a lot harder than I thought.
I already have several pair of black running shorts and UGA tee shirts that are almost broken in after wearing them for several years now.
Sarah already bought me a little fan to blow on my computer so it doesn't overheat because I blew out the internal fan from over usage.
She also got me an outdoor table for the Beloved Back Deck to sit and write because I love being outside.
Knowing I love music she renewed my Sirius subscription, got me new guitar strings, plus a new guitar ... a Martin no less ... so I can't ask for those.
My next door neighbor has a battery powered Weed wacker and blower that I lusted all summer long and when they went on sale she got them for me and I can't wait for Spring to use them!
Realizing how much Che and I love strolling around the island, Sarah found us a runner stroller with speakers we love and have logged several hundred miles having our daily adventures.
Rediscovering my love of hot country sausage infused with ghost pepper, she somehow tracked it down and keeps me in stock.
Understanding I spend way too much time with Che and don't socialize much anymore with adults, she's made a date and we're going out tonight and, as I review the things that can't go on my Christmas list, I suddenly feel pretty good about getting lucky at the end of our date.
Sooooo ... the Christmas list ... OH! ... I know!
All that walking with Che have left me with completely worn out Flip Flops. The ones I have may make it to Christmas. I think so anyway.
It's hard coming up with a list when your wife makes every day Christmas.
