It Doesn't Get Any Better Than That

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This husband of mine said…

I want to buy you a Christmas gift…

And then it made sense…that trip to the mall…asking to go to the dark side…the pricey side…excitedly walking from shop to shop…the eagerness to browse the shelves of bags, bags, and more bags…

Willing his beautiful wife to say, “Ah ha!, I love this! I need this! I want this!” so with one fell swoop he could whip out his wallet and say, “Merry Christmas!”…and all would be good with the world…

But that was not to be…

And so the truth was out and off to Target it was…didn’t need anything…didn’t want anything…but where a gal’s heart is…she just might find another treasure…

And sure enough she did…immediately almost…couldn’t believe it to be honest…the one thing she’d thought about…the ONE THING she’d recently wished she’d had…

Was a denim jacket…not just any denim jacket but HER denim jacket she got in the 80s…the soft one she wore with vintage pins…the one in the closet back home always overlooked because one of us is not the same size as she was in the 80s or the 90s…or the 00s…

And there it was on a rack in Target saying, “Remember me? I’m here! The only one in the entire store and exactly the size for old blobby you!”…

And so it is…in life…some things are just meant to be…synchronicity…that denim jacket and me…and while we’re at it…throw in that coffee shirt because 1980, well, it doesn’t get any better than that…
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And that graduating class of mine…just might agree…