Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I do feel sorry for my husband, as I cannot image getting this excited over much of anything, least of all a coffee maker, cookbook or mop. I have given him some ideas, but, as I try and explain, the smallest gift from him that he simply selected for me, whether I realized I wanted it or not, would be the most special. Somehow I don't think he quite believes this, and, will likely work diligently off the list I've provided. Truth is though, I treasure the smallest of his gifts daily, when I spoon sugar from the vintage sugar bowl he gave me at our first Christmas together.