Cards: A Story and Some HOH Appreciation

Like any woman I love greeting cards.  It's strange the power those little folded pieces of paper hold.  They can start my day on a great note, or bring a bad day back from the dark side.

Cards have always played a big part in the relationship Bucko and I have.  I think deep down we are both romantics at heart.  Obviously we give cards for holidays.  I have a great story about a Valentine's Day card I will share a little closer to V-Day.  Sometimes we give cards for no reason.  Sometimes they are left in lunch boxes, or on the door, or pillow.  Anywhere is fair game really.  Bucko is great about this.

When Bucko and I were first married we lived in a little apartment.  About a month or so before our first anniversary I started to see little gifts and cards on the windshield of my car.  They were little mostly a flower, sometimes a bouquet, sometimes my favorite candy, or a little stuffed animal.  With each one was a card.  These cards told me how sexy I was and how lucky my husband was to have me.  They were all signed from a secret admirer.  (In Bucko's handwriting, of course.) 

When I would mention these cards to Bucko he would pretend to know nothing about them.  He would grumble and complain about a secret admirer trying to steal his woman.   It was kind of cute watching Bucko threaten to kick my secret admirer's ass.  It was a fun month. 

The day before our anniversary I got a card.  This card was telling me how my admirer couldn't bear the thought of me with another man any longer and he'd set up a rendezvous.  I followed the directions on the card and left a pink sheet of paper on my windshield to let him know I was game.

The next day I got another card telling me a room number and a check-in name.  It was not our last name.  I found out later that Bucko had set this all up with the desk clerk after a great deal of pleading as this was not hotel policy.  Bucko had set us up in the same hotel room we had on our wedding night.  

When I arrived there was a card on the bed.   This card told me that my admirer had gone to get a few things and I should slip into something comfortable and wait.  I did.  A few minutes later Bucko arrived telling me that he'd followed me here wondering what I was up to.  He'd seen a man, he could only assume was my secret admirer, fleeing at the sight of my Bucko.  This led to an elaborate role play type spanking that was so much fun.  Bucko said he needed to show me why I was better off with him.  (Maybe I should have seen the HOH signs then.)  It led to a lot of other fun activities too and we had a wonderful anniversary.

I've been thinking about cards a lot lately.  My first thought was that I hadn't gotten one in a while, but the second thought was I hadn't given one in a while either.  I realized I needed to appreciate my HOH as much as he does me.  So I bought some cards.  Bucko was given one Sunday before last.  This one was long and had a loving heart felt message in it.  He was given another one just because last week. Another card was stuck to the door on Monday and few more are sitting in my drawer just waiting.  I love seeing how excited he is to get a card and how much he enjoys reading them.  I guess it works both ways.