Saturday, March 19, 2011

permission

It's a week of surprise and a little bit of wonder.


Gil Elvgren 1956 - no you don't!
I surprised myself today and my husband. I asked him, actually asked him if I could go to the shops tomorrow!

"Which shops?"

"To the pretty lacy frilly things shops to look at a bra and panties"

"Yes you can go,"  pausing for a moment, "Why are you asking me?" he said gently.

My eyes dropped to the floor, I didn't really know, I had never asked for permission before. I had sought his approval, but out of consideration, to make sure I wasn't causing inconvenience the family. I had never expected that I might not be able to do something. There had never been an understanding that he could deny me something...anything. There is not an explicit understanding of that nature now. This time I was asking permission. It was liberating. I feel no guilt leaving the family on a family day because he has given me permission to do so. He has taken that responsibility from me.

I thought for a moment.

"Well you might have had something planned, you might want me with you and...*hesitating*... I wanted to ask your permission."

He smiled softly "That was very considerate, it has pleased me enormously. Yes you may go to the shops tomorrow."



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