I was sitting in my office, planning to book a spa day for my wife, Sarah, for Mother’s Day. I knew the general location of her favorite spa—though I couldn’t recall its name—and while I had no clue what services she usually enjoyed, I was aware that she always returned looking radiant and happy. So, I turned to Google to find the contact number and soon found myself on the phone with a young woman who was likely suppressing her laughter as I, a father in my mid-30s, asked what probably sounded like ridiculous questions.
My intention was to surprise Sarah the Saturday before Mother’s Day. I aimed to set up her preferred treatments at the spa and then tell her, “Go, enjoy yourself! I’ll take care of the kids. Just relax, I’ve got this.” I even shared my plan with a coworker, who suggested I reach out to her husband for some hints about what Sarah might like.
I felt confident until I found myself on the call asking questions like, “What is a facial?” and “How does a pedicure work?” along with “Do they wax the entire face or just the eyebrows?” Yes, these were genuine questions, and the giggling from the other end made me acutely aware of my embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson—not from frustration, but from sheer awkwardness.
Let me clarify: I don’t regret diving into the process of arranging a spa day for my wife. I was, however, far outside my comfort zone. I’ve never had a facial or a pedicure, nor have I ever had my eyebrows waxed (though I could definitely use it; they resemble two furry caterpillars). I’ve been cutting my own hair for years. So, though my questions might have sounded silly, I genuinely wanted to ensure Sarah received exactly what she desired. I needed to gauge how long she’d be away to manage dinner reservations, so I had to muster the courage to ask.
A few minutes into the call, with my forehead resting in my hands and my elbows on the desk, I sensed someone watching me. Turning in my chair, I caught sight of the office intern grinning at me, her phone raised. She was in her early 20s, bright, and hardworking, and we shared an office space. I gestured for her to stop, but it was too late; she had already snapped a picture for Snapchat.
In hindsight, the entire situation is undeniably humorous—and perhaps even sweet. However, that isn’t the crux of my narrative. I’ve been married for 13 years, and I genuinely adore my wife. I’ll do anything to ensure her happiness and make her feel cherished. I refuse to fall into the trap of being one of those husbands who forgets significant occasions like birthdays or Mother’s Day. Sarah is an incredible mother, and she deserves something special on her day. Yet, sometimes, this desire to do the right thing leads to moments where I feel utterly awkward and embarrassed.
I’m not suggesting that wives should shower husbands with praise every time they venture beyond their comfort zones for them. That’s not my point. What I am saying is that sometimes it requires a significant amount of determination—and a touch of embarrassment—to book a spa day or similar gifts for you. Behind that well-intentioned present lies a story of a husband grappling with questions that might seem trivial, while a young intern captures the moment on social media. Yet he perseveres, refusing to hang up or give in to embarrassment. He sets aside his pride to do something he knows you’ll love because you mean that much to him.
There’s a lot of love in that effort. It’s a common misconception that a man’s love manifests in grand, heroic gestures—like battling dragons or confronting foes for their partner’s honor. However, for a devoted family man like me, it often looks like a guy in rugged work boots awkwardly standing in a flower shop, picking out blooms for the woman he cherishes, or someone fresh from the office, nervously placing feminine hygiene products on the counter, face flushed but resolute.
This isn’t to imply that women don’t step out of their comfort zones for the men they love—they absolutely do. However, these moments of dedication from loving husbands often go unrecognized. They might not be acknowledged when the gift is given, but perhaps they should be. After I hung up the phone with the day spa, I stepped outside to catch my breath. I needed a moment to shake off the embarrassment. Once I cleared my head, I thought about how much joy my wife would feel from this surprise, and I realized she was completely worth it—even if I was the subject of laughter on Snapchat.
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Summary: Finding the perfect gift for your wife can be awkward, as demonstrated by the author’s humorous experience while arranging a spa day for his wife, Sarah. Despite feeling embarrassed during the process, he reflects on the love and determination behind the gift-giving, emphasizing the importance of appreciating the effort husbands put into making their partners happy.