Today is our 11th anniverserary. We totally forgot until my mother-in-law called Brian this morning to wish us well. I'd already left for work, so he sent me a text to say happy anniversary and that he loved me. When I got to work, I realized I'd left the house without socks for me or a coat for Patrick (the windchill was in the 20s) or Catherine's lunch or a pillow for Sarah Frances's writer's workshop.
My dear husband brought it all, plus a card he picked up, to us on his way to class. But not SF's pillow. This is the second time she's forgotten, but I doubt now that there will be a third.
Then he came BACK toward the end of school with a GIFT! A new pair of Marmot fuzzy wuzzy gloves for me! I've needed those babies for about two years now. He returned a shirt his mother sent him and bought me gloves instead. Shhhhh--don't tell. I don't think she reads this blog--do you Lilla?
I feel so loved. And so.very.blessed. Happy Anniverserary, Brian! You will always be my most tangible gift of God's grace.