How Fred Made me Cry
We had agreed, no Christmas presents for each other again this year. Our tradition is Birthdays only. I had been running around San Francisco all morning trying to buy ingredients for our Christmas Day dinner. Live crabs from one place, sushi grade salmon from the other side of town, you can imagine the stress of it all, the queues, the madness.
Back home, shopping unpacked, I dived in to my cooking duties. Fred, meanwhile, was out for lunch. Mid afternoon, I heard the door click open and I saw him walk in, carrying the hugest box. It wasn't wrapped and the bag was partially transparent. My eyes widened when I saw the word "Kitchen Aid". I just burst into tears. He came over and wiped away the tears. "Hey", he said softly, "You do everything and I do nothing. You deserve it"
He was worried he might have chosen the wrong colour. But I love it! How Fred Made me Cry