Last week I received an email from Jonathan at work (unusual) which said he was bringing home a gift for me (quite unusual).
A gift? Really? Why? He wrote back that it was a "just-because-he-liked-me" gift (awwww!), and I would have to wait until he got home to find out (awwww!).
I am such a nosy sort! I really tried all day to figure out what his gift could be. There was no occasion for a gift, and where had he gone during work to buy something?
Well, now, ain't it purty, folks? It turns out that a guy at work makes dried flower wreaths and someone had ordered this one and decided not to buy it. He offered it to Jonathan, and Jonathan could see M-O-M written all over it.
So he purchased it, and now this beautiful fall wreath hangs over the front door decorating our foyer. I love it! But even more than that...I love that Jonathan gave it to me. Is that a good feel-good story for a Thursday morning? :)