One of my love languages is receiving gifts. I say one of my love languages because I'm high maintenace and when I take the assessment I usually end up with a three way love language tie because I like to confuse my poor husband like that. If he could hug me with one arm, give me a thoughtful token with another while gazing into my eyes and listening to what I was saying with rapt attention while balancing a plate on his head, we'd be good.
I don't ask for a lot, really.
...except I had been asking for a new car. I've wanted one for a year or so since my current one wasn't really working with the whole '70-pound dog and two kids' thing. Have you ever shared the passenger seat of a compact car with a furry, shedding beast of a golden retriever? If not, run right out and add that one to your bucket list.
We had toyed with the idea of getting a new one but it never really made financial sense for us, so color me surprised when my husband took the boys out in his truck last Saturday, and returned home in this:
My sweet husband had been moving money from his paychecks each month to save on the sly so he could surprise me with the car I had been pining away for over the last year.
There's even enough room for the dog so I can take her along on errands.
Isn't he the best husband ever? I think so. What a fun surprise!!