The phone rings and he pick ups. I see the genuine surprise on his face. He takes a few minutes to chat, then says thank you and hangs up. He is quiet, almost waiting for a way to tell me what that call was about.
” So that was my boss. I’ve been handpicked to attend a conference.”
Me. ” Oh that is so great. So where is the conference?”
This is where he gets a huge you know what eating grin on his face. It’s almost as though he is trying really hard to hold in the laughter. He knows what my reaction will be.
I must say I was pretty calm. ” No Way!!” Okay I wasn’t so calm. Vegas. Why does it have to be Vegas? The unfairness of it all. I have been to conferences, but really Toronto just does not compare. Sorry Toronto I love you, but you cannot hold a candle to Vegas.
He is still waiting, watching the wheels turn in my head. I guess he is waiting for me to say no. I am really thinking hard, trying to erase all visions of The Hangover that are dancing in my head.
Instead trying really hard to picture Sugar Plum Fairies and all that jazz. Not these guys.
The motto of ” What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” keeps repeating in my brain, like a mantra. I just have to suck it up. So I put my big girl panties on and pull them up.
” Sure of course you can go. Honey it would be such a great opportunity for you.”
He is shocked as that was not the reaction he was expecting. I love the look on his handsome face. Silently reflecting to myself. I remember when he took me to Vegas on our first vacation 14 years ago. We had so much fun. We flew to L.A. stayed a few days there, then drove to Vegas. It was amazing. I remember how much fun it was to be away, before we had the kids. How we were just lovers then, not just home owners, parents, responsible people, we only had to worry about us. I sigh softly. The memories etched on my face.
It will be good for him. It is a great opportunity. Upper management has also requested that he be asked to go. I can handle the kids, I mean they are mine and we will have a great time. Still there is a tiny side of me that wishes I could go too. I am not a gambler and I think that is why I loved Vegas, there is so much to do and see there.
We have always wanted to go back together and eventually we will. I think I really loved it because it was our first vacation, our first escape away from family and friends. It was just us. It was a trip that really showed us we were a perfect match.
I am also very afraid to fly, I panic. I can feel that start to set in, that he will be miles away. If something happens….I crush it quickly. It’s my fear not his. I can’t and won’t let my fears take over. This is not the time. This is the time to be supportive because it’s not about me. It’s about him. Sometimes we have to be selfless and make other people happy even if there is a part of us that has a hard time letting go. Stepping out of the routine, and living without the safety net.
I also know my husband really well. ” Thank you.” he says. I know he means it. My support does mean a lot.
I smile knowing I have done a good thing. ( Go away Hangover scenes, get out of my head.) I do have one thing to say.
” Don’t come home with a tattoo.” ( We plan on getting our first ones together) ” Or a showgirl.”
He laughs. I always make him laugh.
The next question doesn’t surprise me at all. ” So when is Blissdom Canada this year? Or any other conferences you want to go to?”
Oh yes! What a gem of a man I have.