While our boys were little, Mr. Right did quite a bit of traveling for business. When he returned home, bearing gifts, the boys would be thrilled & excited to see what treasures he handed out. I would be so happy. The boys would be occupied for a bit and Mr. Right and I could smooch and smooch some more without feeling like we were ignoring the boys. They were after all, busy figuring out and sampling their trinkets and goodies.
The gift bags, read that as plastic hotel laundry bags would include “treasures” that included: mini bags of pretzels and peanuts from airline flights, sometimes plastic pilot wings, or maybe a bag of snacks from the area visited. There would also be hotel pens, hotel note pads and a “do not disturb” sign now and then. One time, they each got a plastic shower bonnet. haha, yep, they put them on as they investigated the rest of their goodie bag. There would be maps of the area or state & brochures with colorful pictures and sometimes even those tiny little pencils they give out at golf tournaments. Without fail, there would just happen to be a brand new Match box car in each bag.
I am not sure why kids and kids at heart, love doodling and drawing with a new-found pen? Little pads of hotel stationery seem to be the perfect place to try out different designs or a new language you have just made up. I know as the wife of said Mr. Right, I was delighted to have the extra time to chat with and yes, once again smooch with my boyfriend.
He always comes bearing gifts. Now a days, home it is just the dog and I. Oh, how times change. Oh sure I get a couple of smoochies and a t-shirt. (have no idea when that started, but boy do I have a fantastic colorful, happy collection of amazing sleep shirts) The “gift wrap” is still a plastic laundry bag from a hotel, ha. Sometimes, I get a piece of fun jewelry, or he brings home a new coin he received in change. Of course there are brochures, magazines, books, maps, pens and paper.
Strangely enough, while I am wearing my new t-shirt, trying out the new pen on the little mini stationary, flipping through the latest magazine……Mr. Right is spending his time, rough housing and saying hello again to the dog.
They have such a happy, energetic, fanciful reunion……..I really don’t mind. I am occupied looking through all my new-found treasures………..hey, wait a minute!