At Risk of Being Redundant

I don't think I can post 365 different blogs of gratitude without going on and on about my husband. He is so good to me. I don't want to be redundant or schmaltzy, but I can't help it. He makes me happy, and I am really, truly grateful for him.

And a lot of the things that I am thankful for can be traced directly back to him.

Take this evening. My husband is Old Faithful when it comes to date night. He never misses. He takes me out every Friday. And if something comes up on a Friday that can't be helped, he makes it a point to take me out on a different night that week. Just so long as I get to go out with him once a week, I don't care. But sometimes it's twice a week. I'm so lucky blessed.

Anyway. This evening. He swooped in the door promptly at five o'clock, asking if I was ready to go. Did I want to do my hair? Or change? Alright, let's go!

I was clueless as to what he had in mind, but he was about vibrating with excitement. I was wondering why, because we were broke...not a lot of exciting things to do in town when one is broke. But he had a secret up his sleeve: our tax return had been plunked into our account that afternoon.

I had no idea. But he took me shopping. He insisted that I get some long-awaited, much-needed things for just me. I tried to protest the price and the opportunity cost, but he would hear none of it. He took me three different places. Then we went out to a movie. And then out to eat. It was hard for me to sit back and let him pamper me. I had to purposefully NOT tally up the cost in my head, and let just let the evening happen as he had planned.

It was great. He is great. I am grateful. At risk of being redundant, I am so so grateful for my husband (with or without a tax return!). He is a good man, and a gentleman. And he takes such joy in pampering me. I don't deserve it. I am one long list of reasons as to why. But I am grateful all the same.

What are you blessed with today?