Plan B
Oh, I remember this.
Lifting the old medallion from the box I remember, my second wedding anniversary is coming up. That is what prompted me to go through the “box of stuff“ that has been living and growing in the closet.
My brother gave the thing to me in the bathroom at my wedding. “Close your eyes and make a wish” he said as he placed the thing in my hand.
It was obviously old. The disk had an edge along one side telling me the darkened gold was hammered in a mold. It had little gold cups welded on the front. Each one had a gem dropped into it and the rim folded over to keep it from falling out. No one set gems like that anymore it keeps the light from getting to them and makes them dull and lifeless. The other side has some kind of inscription around the edge. If it was a language it was beautiful. There was also a single pale ruby set in the center. Somehow, this gem showed the fire in its heart and it flashed and shone brilliantly.
I was about to thank my brother for his gift when my new wife walked through the door and signed her frustration. “I’m exhausted.” And with a wink at my brother she said to me, “let’s leave, just sneak out…”
My memory of the rest of that night is… well actually it is public record but I am not gonna get into it here.
Well the medallion is a neat bit of estate jewelry, but it isn’t really giving me any inspiration for an anniversary gift. I think they call it estate jewelry because it’s something no one would ever wear, just leave it in the estate and sell it if you need money.
Perhaps finding this again is a sign. I’ll just go down to the jewelry store and see if anything magically jumps out and screams ’buy me!’
I am fingering the medallion in my pocket as I gaze at the jewelry in the store. My mind is drifting toward my beautiful wife but nothing in the store seems worthy of her. I am not worthy. But I am lucky.
She is all soft lovely curves to all my hard angles. Her legs are wonders to behold and her ass is something I could (and have) play with for hours, round and bouncy. It perfectly counter balances her full bust that stands majestically over her barely curved stomach and perfect hips. And she has the face of an angel. Full lips, straight nose, dark eyes all framed beautifully by her long wavy black hair.
I remember the day she found me. The day that changed my life. The day I hid in the church parking lot crying.
I was the high school outcast because I was always being taken out of class for ‘therapy’. She was the school sweetheart. The popular girl that everyone wanted to hang out with. The girl everyone wanted.
That day she sat with me. Her hand on my knee. Waiting for me to get a grip. She said she knew that the other kids were making fun of me and that I should just ignore them. Then she said that she would be my friend.
I told her what I had never actually said out loud... I have a stupid disease that was going to make me deaf within the next year. She sorted it out right away.
“So that’s what you are getting pulled out of your classes for? The ‘special classes’ and ‘therapy’?”
I couldn’t answer. I just hung my head and cried. “Teach me to sign, I want to talk to you.”
Simple as that she changed my life and I have loved her without limit ever since.
so the second anniversary gift is supposed to be cotton. I could get her a T-shirt, or granny pants underwear. Instead, I bought a pair of ruby earrings and left the store unsatisfied. I know I can do better than common jewelry. However, it’s good to have a backup plan.
Fingering the medallion in my pocket I thought, “I just want her to be happy and to love me as I love her. I wish I could satisfy her every desire.”
Another thought intruded in my head as though from someone else. Typical human. No world peace, no end to hunger and suffering. Just wishing for personal desires and wants. Still, asking for the happiness of another is not that far off the mark. Perhaps there is hope for humanity
