So, my husband always gets me the most perfect presents. Christmas, Valentines, Anniversary, Birthday, Random Day.... he's on it.
And he gets me things I've forgotten I wanted.
During one pregnancy he came home with a pillow. Because I'd been complaining about mine... but would have never thought to buy one.
For the Bunny's birth he got me a flipcam. I'd never even heard of it, but now it goes wherever I go to capture whatever needs to be captured.
Right after Ladybug was born, he bought me a Boppy.
Our first Christmas? A diamond wedding ring.
The man knows me inside and out. He loves surprising me (but hates surprises). He is an excelente' gift giver. Oh... and each gift almost always comes with chocolate!
So this Mother's Day I wasn't expecting much, as we are pretty strapped for cash right now. Saturday night the kids handed me their card; signed by all three. It was sweet, and Bryton wrote "I love you". I cried. He should not be old enough to write anything, let alone a sentence.
Sunday morning Jeremy gave me a kiss and said, "Happy Mother's Day." I told him I couldn't be a mother without him... in so many ways. Then he handed me a card that he picked out and wrote in (I teared up again) and then he gave me my gift:
Yeah that's right: Spacebags!!
For like 2 years, every time I'd pass them in WalMart I comment on how cool/fun it would be to store all our soft STUFF in them. But... I've never bought one.
When I saw the box I just got so tickled, and fell in love with my husband a little more. I didn't expect anything, but got something I'd forgotten I wanted. Jeremy NEVER forgets.
So we tried it. And now, I'm sold. I should do the infomercial.
We packed 3 sets of king-size sheets (plus pillowcases!) into one, and a matress cover & comforter in another!
Now I'm hunting all over the house to see what I can pack into the remaining 3 or 4 bags!
I am so happy to be a Mommy, and so happy with God's choice for my partner in parenting.