It has been 12 days since I married the love of my life. The day was perfect but I could not figure out where to start to blog about it. I have decided I will start from the beginning. The night before the wedding.
Well let’s go a little further than that. Tobei once shared a story from me from his childhood. Christmas was coming and all he wanted was a Yo Yo. He told Santa this and anyone who would listen. Christmas came and there was no yo yo under the tree. The next year he was still insistant that all he wanted was a yo yo. Lucky for him that Christmas a yo yo showed up for him. It was a plastic yo yo though and not a real one.
A few weeks before the wedding I was searching Etsy for gifts for the best man and man of honour (yes I had a man of honour instead of a maid of honour). I stumbled on to an Etsy store called My Personal Memories and what did I see in her store. A REAL YOYO! One that was silver and could be personalized.
I called up my mom and explained the story from Tobei’s childhood and asked if I would be a complete dork if I bought him this. She told me no and that I absolutely had to buy it. So I did. I got his name and our wedding date engraved on it.
The plan was to have him open it the morning of our wedding. I decided though that I wanted to be there when he opened it. So on the Friday night before I left to go stay at the hotel I handed him a gift bag with the yo yo inside. The second he opened it he knew exactly why he was getting a yo yo.
He loved his gift and had it on him the next day when we got married. Not only did I give him children and my love but I got him the one gift he always wanted as a child, a yo yo.