And yesterday, after yet another difficult 24 hours, wherein after dinner I slumped against my good man and let my burdens drain down to the ground for just a moment...
after I confessed to him that I knew full-well that I was not easy to live with all the time (cuz, you know...he didn't already know that or anything...cuz...yeah)
after I stood trying to swallow my pride and just come out with it...
I said it.
"You know what I appreciate so much about you? That you love me as Christ loved the church...flawed, imperfect, always falling down...but you love me anyway just as I am. You pick me up when I'm down. You encourage me. You build me up. You love me exactly as I am...no matter what. Even when I'm being ugly. When I'm completely irrational. When I'm stubborn. You still love me...with the exact kind of love the Bible instructed you to as a husband...and I so need that kind of love in my life. So thank you"
To which he just chuckled, kissed me on the tip of my nose and said "you're welcome...and I do...love you...no matter what"
And I believe him
And so that's where this important post comes into play. Because that right there is truly enough to make many a woman swoon. Many.
But ya'll...he didn't stop there.
For years...years....and more years...I've wanted a bike. I love to ride a bike. I love the wind, the motion...just all of it.
But I don't and haven't had a bike since I was a child. Sad, but true.
And you know what?
I got a big, honking surprise this week from that good man: I got a gift card for a nominal amount that read "To get the basket you wanted"...to which I was in shock and realized that the only "basket" I had asked for recently, was one that could strap on nicely to a lovely bike that I had been coveting. So what do I need with a little wicker bike basket if I don't have a....if I don't...if I....OH MY GAWD...NO...REALLY? REALLY? SERIOUSLY?????
Friends, Behold Her:
Cant. Stop. Staring.
She's a Huffy Cranbrook Comfort Cruiser in Vintage Mint Green (only the Vintage part is in description only, because she's brand spanking new). Oh, my heart.
I had a pink Huffy as a child. Put oh so many miles on that Pink Huffy and many a treasure in the little white basket my Dad had lovingly attached to the front of it. Yes, I did.
And I might have been hinting off and on for some, I don't know, ten years or so (totally not counting, ahem) about how much I would love a bike. Just for me.
A comfortable, lovely cruiser...that's what I wanted.
So after I was done screaming and jumping up and down and scaring the dog, kids, neighbors, etc. that good man of mine chimed in...
"You work so hard every day. You deserve something that's just for you...that makes you happy"
So now I need a really, really good name for her...like Hyacinth...Margaret, Betty, or Virginia...
And I'm already shopping around for a darling wicker basket to sit on the front and hold my...well...hold my treasures in its wickery goodness.
Oh help. I'm in love.
In LOVE with that mint green vintagey bliss of a bike and with my good, good man
who loves me
Oh yes, he does...