The Incomplete Chronicles of a Hyper Momma-to-be: He’s All That!

F is not someone who has the best of memories.

He usually forgets most little things I ask him to do over the course of a day. Yet he has this amazing ability to catch me by surprise and remember the ‘randomest’ thing I might have said during the week.

Despite his goldfish memory, he manages to remember things that he feels strongly for; an example being a watch recently gifted to him by my dad. Wanting a watch for a very long time, this was almost like a dream come true.

That night the watch was sacred.

It was stared at and admired every few minutes. It also got a very special place on the side table, lest he forgot it the next morning. [Usually things are kept on a small shelf under the mirror.]
The watch however was a tad bit loose on him and needed to be adjusted.

The next day the first thing he did as he got up for work, after he had taken a bath, was wear that loose watch and when I asked him why he was wearing it if it didn’t fit, he promptly replied, “So that I can get it fixed on the way back home!”
He walked out; happy with the metal on his arm only to return a few minutes later with a sheepish smile, after I called him, as he had promptly forgotten to take the CD I had asked him to give someone.

Not surprisingly, when he returned home that evening, the watch was adjusted and snugly resting on his wrist. ☺

Despite this “memory flaw,” I have been amazed at times when F takes care to cover the tiny details that he knows would impress me. His remembering what scents I like when I might have randomly pointed them out to him, might seem simple enough, but to me they are an extremely touching gesture.

Sometimes I’ve had to bear the brunt of his forgetfulness and deal with his impatience too.

I remember once when he was going to Park Towers to pick up some groceries I had asked him to stop, at my sister S’s place which is close by, and get the latest season of Ugly Betty DVD’s for me.

Quite some time had passed since he returned so I decided to call and check where he was. “I’m just leaving S’s house in 2 minutes,” he had said on the phone.
“Did you get Ugly Betty?” I asked him and received a surprising, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” response.
I told him I had mentioned it to him before he left our place and he must have forgotten. Annoyed he replied, “Now I have to go back and get it.”

I didn’t understand his irritation as he was still at my sister’s place and it would take all of 2 minutes to ask her for the DVD’s.

It took him another twenty minutes to return home, looking all irritated at what he had gone through. I just ignored him. Sifting through the bags and groceries I asked, “So where is Ugly Betty?”
Surprise and then a “pinging” of recollection flickered over his face, “You wanted Ugly Betty? I thought you said Agar Batti, and I went back all the way to Park Towers to get it.” He replied holding 4 packets of the strong smelling incense.
I didn’t know whether to scream or just stare in wonder, but 15 minutes of extreme laughing did take over at that point.
No wonder he was irritated at me on the phone.

Episodes like these have made me feel more for this guy and realize just exactly why I love being with him.

For our anniversary this year we had decided not to get any gifts for each other and just dress up and go out for dinner, indulge in a mini photo-shoot after wards and write a letter to each other for next year’s celebration.

The place of choice for dinner was Pompeii, like always.

Pompeii has history. We’ve been going to that place since we got engaged; yet we never go casually. We always go on an event, like an engagement-anniversary or birthday and we always dress up for it.

For me, it is also the place I have usually gifted him things he’s always wanted but never indulged in like his phone or his Ipod.

On the way to dinner, F produced a bag for me. I was really touched, as we had specifically decided on NO gifts. He said he just didn’t feel right about it, considering it was our last anniversary as a couple-couple and he wanted to get me something to let me know how much he loved me and how happy I made him. The surprise gift; a scent I loved and had casually pointed out at body shop a few days earlier, and a gorgeous smelling perfume of his choice. [I don’t usually buy perfumes for myself so this was pure indulgence.]

After a great dinner, we headed home and had our mini photo-shoot. And just as the clock struck 12 mid night, I asked him if he had written the letter for me.
Confidently he replied, “I’m writing it. It has to be very special. Can I give it to you before the baby comes?”

I smiled at him knowing full well he was lying through his teeth, knowing full well I would say ‘that’s fine’ to him, also knowing full well that I really loved him and that he would somehow manage to give the letter to me before the baby arrived!

And to me he’s definitely “All That,” and a whole lot more.

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~ by maya on July 20, 2010.