Yesterday morning, James took off to go get gas and "check the air in the tires." Alrighty. We were getting ready for our trip so I was like, okay...weird, but okay. He came back a few minutes later and was lurking in the hallway while I put on makeup. James gauges my mood by my eyes--the bluer, the happier. He kept looking at me and saying, "You don't seem very...happy this morning." (I wasn't--Melissa's Dad died on Thanksgiving, and then yesterday was Mr. Maberry's birthday--I was reeling and trying to keep moving forward so we could have a fun weekend.) So I told him that it was Mr. Maberry's birthday, and the story of the evening that he died. I told him about the dream I'd had Thanksgiving night when my Dad called to ask if I knew what happened...made me wonder if he was calling about Skip...so that's what I woke up with. Anyway, poor James...I told him all of this and he just looked kind of stunned. He knew Skip was on my mind, but that's a lot for a "fun Friday" morning. He said it again, though, "still, are you...happy?" Sigh. I have to give myself credit for being patient, because he was weirding me out and I just wanted to get on the road. And he kept picking up my perfume and messing with the bottle, which was irritating. (This is the part where I mention that I get a new bottle of Happy twice a year--around Mother's Day and my birthday/Christmas...my bottle is emp-ty right now, and I've been counting the days to getting a new one!) When I looked down again, there was a full bottle of Happy in my Boy's hand...he'd gone out to Palais Royal (the only place in Brenham that sells it) and bought me a new bottle. How sweet is he? I messed up the surprise with my melancholy, but still--so sweet and thoughtful!
That was a long intro. But that's the kind of Boy James is...he surprises me with big and little things, and even though he drives me nuts sometimes, he is a wonderful husband and best friend and Daddy. I know exactly how blessed I am to be on this journey with someone who gets me and appreciates me (most of the time!) and wants the same things out of life I want. We make a great team, and I don't ever want to take it for granted (but I do sometimes).
So today I'm thankful for this guy...and the life I have because of him. :)