Husbands Rock

On Saturday my lovely niece got married.  She was radiant.  Her husband was obviously smitten, and looked like he couldn't believe his good luck.

To view this sealing together of two people in love, I had to leave the ones I love to fend for themselves for an entire day.  I rarely, if ever, do things like that, so it's kind of a big deal.  Usually if I go somewhere the kids go with me.

Luckily, I have a husband who takes fathering seriously.  Which means that even as I'm blowing good-bye kisses to the kids (which they don't care about because they're watching "Phineas and Ferb") my husband is yawning in the doorway saying, "Have fun.  Call if you need anything."  And I'm able to walk away knowing that my kids are in the best possible hands.

His hands are pretty amazing.

Anyway, I had a great day hanging out with my family, and when I got home I found my kids in the living room and my husband in front of the computer.  He kissed me, asked how the wedding was, and then, looking sheepish, pulled a boutique bag from behind his chair.

He had taken the kids clothes shopping.  For me.  After forbidding me to look at the price tags, he told me to try them on so he could see my reaction, if I liked them or not.

Most men would find the results to this impromptu gift disastrous, but my husband is actually really good at this.  Some of my favorite items of clothing have come from him.  And now I have more.

So, if you're getting married, invite me to come.  I may get more out of the day away than I expected.  Hopefully you would too.