My husband is the sweetest thing.
Last night I had a bad night, and he'd planned to sit in bed with me and draw out a diagram of how we might rearrange the living room to fit a new bookcase we got as a wedding present. We cuddled then fell asleep.
Today, he picked me up from work and we talked about what he did today: went to pick up my phone from his mum and sister (I left it at their house on Thanksgiving), took a nap, and played a video game. I asked if he'd gotten around to moving stuff around, and he said no.
We walked in the door, and the living room was completely rearranged. (Well, the living room side, not my craft area.) He'd had to move everything: futon, bookcase, movie shelves, tv, tv cabinet, liquor bookcase, and a bookcase full of books. The tv is a bitch; it's really big and heavy. And I know that full bookcase is heavy. But he'd done it all to surprise me!
He makes me happy.
Today, he picked me up from work and we talked about what he did today: went to pick up my phone from his mum and sister (I left it at their house on Thanksgiving), took a nap, and played a video game. I asked if he'd gotten around to moving stuff around, and he said no.
We walked in the door, and the living room was completely rearranged. (Well, the living room side, not my craft area.) He'd had to move everything: futon, bookcase, movie shelves, tv, tv cabinet, liquor bookcase, and a bookcase full of books. The tv is a bitch; it's really big and heavy. And I know that full bookcase is heavy. But he'd done it all to surprise me!
He makes me happy.