We agreed to no gifts for Christmas\u2014just a quiet morning with coffee and pancakes. But my husband kept glancing at the tree, clearly expecting something. Guilt ate at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he finally opened the fridge to grab eggs, he froze, then turned around slowly and said, \u201cWhy is there a receipt in here for \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026a pair of golf clubs?\u201d he finished, holding up the crumpled slip with a confused look. I bit my lip and shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I was caught.He walked toward me, shaking his head slowly but smiling. \u201cYou promised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No gifts. We said just pancakes and quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I reached for his hand. \u201cI know, but you\u2019ve been eyeing those clubs for months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You sold your old set to help pay for Emma\u2019s braces. You deserve something nice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked down at the receipt again. \u201cSo, where are they?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nodded toward the coat closet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCheck behind the coats.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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