My husband has pulled off his second surprise for me. This is actually quite amazing as I usually can figure things out or have a way of guessing what is coming.
This first was his proposal. To which my response when I saw him on one knee was, "SHUT UP!".
The second was this past Thursday night. I was on the phone with a good friend and I had just gotten home and let Cooper outside. I rounded the corner to head upstairs and the next words that left my mouth were, "HOLY SHIT!".
(Not my finest moment. Trust me I am one of those people who cringes when people cuss, but he really surprised me, which called for yet another one of my awesome responses.)
This first was his proposal. To which my response when I saw him on one knee was, "SHUT UP!".
The second was this past Thursday night. I was on the phone with a good friend and I had just gotten home and let Cooper outside. I rounded the corner to head upstairs and the next words that left my mouth were, "HOLY SHIT!".
(Not my finest moment. Trust me I am one of those people who cringes when people cuss, but he really surprised me, which called for yet another one of my awesome responses.)
There sat a dining room table with a wonderful Christmas note from my husband. No, this wasn't just any table it was my dining room table. I have been telling Nate how much I want a table since we started living together three years ago. We had been dining at a two person table my Dad built since we first moved in together, and then after that at our kitchen bar in the new house. I always felt embarrassed having friends and family over to eat and not having a proper place to sit.
My family always sat at a table to eat supper and I want it to be the same for my family. I have often told Nate this, along with the fact that I refuse to start a family until we have a dining room table. Which he so kindly reminded of the night I found the table. Does this mean we are ready to start a family? Who knows, but I finally feel like our home is complete.
My family always sat at a table to eat supper and I want it to be the same for my family. I have often told Nate this, along with the fact that I refuse to start a family until we have a dining room table. Which he so kindly reminded of the night I found the table. Does this mean we are ready to start a family? Who knows, but I finally feel like our home is complete.
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