The Grand Gesture

I know, it's been awhile, and I apologize.  I even have some coupon hauls to share- but I'll do that this weekend when I have more to share at one time.

Lately, hubs and I have been doing a lot of soul searching.  A lot of talking and reconnecting and making a stronger bond.

Corny, I know.:)

However- there are times (even if they are fleeting) when most (I would say all, even though some of you would deny it and lie to yourselves, lol) of us feel like something is missing, or at the very least wish something were different... Even in the best of relationships.   Call it "grass is greener" syndrome (or whatever), but you should know what I am talking about.   (You honestly should have seen how many parenthesis I deleted out of that paragraph *before* I published this post!!)

I had a moment like that earlier.  Tonight I had the computer with me in the kitchen while cooking dinner and revisited this post. Like last time, I smiled and had the intended 'feel-good' moment the video was supposed to provide.  Then, YouTube (in it's infinite wisdom) suggested the below video:

This made me all sappy and female as well.  Then, well, I had one of those moments.  The "I kinda wish our proposal was like that..." moments.  I realized then what I my inner 16 year old was wishing for was...

...The Grand Gesture.

How many laws would this be breaking today?

Then I remembered.  Duh, I had the Grand Gesture.  The man I love hopped on a plane leaving all he knew for me.  And not just that, but he repeats the Gesture all the time.

Every time he puts the kids and I first.  Every time he goes out in the evenings to make us more money and provide above and beyond our "Day" jobs.  Every time he talks me out of my crazy, or does something incredibly random- but perfect. 

This is the man who lets me sleep in (when possible) on weekends and makes me coffee when I can't crack open my eyelids.  Who helps with the leg rub I have to do w/ my Lipedema when I know it kills him to make me cry.  The man who puts up with my insane way of jumping in all or nothing ("Hey hon, I am going to start couponing. Extreme style.  All at once.  Got any scissors?").  And he still loves me.

Right now as I type he is at a training session learning how to hone his craft- because he promised me this morning that he was going to qualify for the next big trip to Hawaii.  Instead of a freshly made dinner he'll be heating his plate when he gets home trying to tell me all he learned in between bites of his mushy peas (don't hate on that- the man *loves* him some mushy peas... Weirdo.)

I think it's a Grand Gesture enough that I snuggle with him after he's eaten THIS... ;)

His birthday is tomorrow.  While I ordered him the absolute BEST cake ever from Mouthful of Joy (will def post pics tomorrow), I cannot accurately give him something that represents how much he means to me.  Because it doesn't exist.

But that's okay.  And so are we. :)

xoxoxoxo

-Sarah