Oliver got me something…
Some context: I have been a little stressed lately. I am looking for a new job while finishing my dissertation. We have been open with Oliver about the job search, the upcoming move, etc.
This past week I have been talking about wanting to hear from one of the places I interviewed at, because they should be making a decision any day now.
This weekend, I was cleaning the kitchen getting ready to hit some friends, and Oliver was playing in his room. He had grabbed my suitcase (the one I have been taking to interviews). Out of nowhere, he comes into the kitchen dragging the suitcase declaring “I’m back!” as though he just returned from a trip. I played along and said “welcome back, I missed you.”
He turned to me and said, “I brought you something!”
Intrigued, I asked “what?”
To which he said with a smile on his face, “I got you the job you wanted!”
And I don’t think I will ever be able to be mad at him, ever again.