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I have an amazing husband

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So as you know, I am not a very emotional touchy feely sort of person, but today I must brag a bit about my husband.

I need to put it into context first though. The average man hardly ever listens when his wife / girlfriend talks. I have on numerous occasions asked Gerhard to do something / buy something etc and then he tells me that he forgot. Or that he did not hear me...

Gerhard and I live in the real world where we tell each other things like "Gerhard, I want 212 from Caroline Herrera for Christmas, it is perfume, get me the big bottle, you can buy it from Woolworths or Dischem".

We always do a small surprise for the stocking though, so this year, my surprise was a spa voucher and a picture of a black dress. I was confused to say the least, but then Gerhard explained.

I have been searching for a very simple dress with long sleeves, a mini for some time. I have been in all the stores; I have searched far and wide, and found nothing. I mentioned this to Gerhard; I even have the shoes picked out that I will be wearing with this dress, if I EVER manage to find it!

Gerhard then started searching for this unicorn of dresses himself, the poor man who hates malls spent hours looking for my dress. In the end, this being Pretoria in summer, he found a dressmaker, and she was making my perfect dress as Santa was making his way across the sky.

I picked up my dress this morning and it is EXACTLY what I wanted, best of all, it was tailor made for me, on instruction of someone that loves me dearly and who measured me for this - the dress is friggen perfect!

Beat that for the most romantic gift ever!


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