Let me tell you a little story.
When I got out of prison last time I worked at Checkers hamburgers on the fryer, she worked at a citrus factory, we had one car, two sons. I made 5.75 ph she anout 7.00 ph. We lived in literally a small two bedroom shack with pots strategically placed to catch the rain that would leak through. No heat, no AC. At night you could hear rats running across the ceiling in the attic. I fell through the bathroom floor one Saturday morning taking my first morning piss.
I put her a gold watch on lay away, $700+. It took me a full year to pay it off. Gold herringbone chain, mother of pearl face, saphire stem head, diamond bezel. It was a Genoa. When I gave that watch to her she lit up and I felt so proud of myself.
Fast forward 15-16 years. It was near Thanksgiving, I remember because we were buying a grocery cart full of turkeys to help out people like we used to be. She lost that watch. She looked all over for it going back to stores we had been at, calling managers and lost and founds of stores we had been at all to no avail. She was devastated to say the least but tried to hide it from me because I was going through some stuff myself unrelated to this.
I went and bought her a new gold watch, but thistime I had money. It was bigger, badder and better. It meant so much to her that I was willing to let it go and move on, because I was also upset about the watch. I had scrimpped and saved and gone without to buy it for her. But this second watch was just georgeous. Story ends...not yet.
Fast forward to the next tanksgiving. She was reaching in the top of our spice cabinet to get some of those spices you only pull out like for Thanksgicing. There up on the top shelf her old watch was lying. It had come unclaspped and fsllen off while she was cooking.
Now she has two beautiful gold watches and two reminders of just how much I lover her.
Does this give you any ideas?
