Better Than Flowers

My husband has a romantic side. I can count on flowers about once a month (but randomly, so I never know when to expect them) or a treat of some sort if he stops by the grocery store.

Last night, he called on his way home from work and wanted a specific meat to BBQ for dinner. As I didn't have it, I told him he was going to have to stop at the store and pick it up. This was about 6:00. I figured that he would be home by 7:00 and started prepping some other things for dinner.

By 7:30, I was starting to worry a bit.

By 8:00, I was calling his cell phone.

At 8:02, he walked in and handed me. . .

a box.

I was confused. It was a large box, almost as tall as me. He had a grin on his face, so I knew whatever it was was going to be good.

And it was. Inside the box was a beautiful hammock.

I have been wanting a hammock since we stayed in Mexico for the first time on our honeymoon. We have a tiny backyard and really no place to put a hammock. This weekend, I started saying how much I wanted to be laying on a hammock right now, since it would be so comfortable and would cradle my burgeoning body. My husband's answer to my request was that he didn't know how he would rig a hammock in our small, treeless backyard.

Last night, he went on a mission. He bought the hammock and extra hardware and found a way to hang the hammock between two corners of our fence posts. It worked perfectly.

By 8:30, the BBQ was going, dinner was on the grill, and I was in my hammock.

I love my husband.