the adrenaline rush!
the rainy day trip to the bookstore…..what?
what does a rainy day trip to the bookstore have to do with love?
Well what would you say if I told you my wonderful man got up at 7:00 a.m. this morning, on his day off, dressed our toddler girl up, complete with bow I might add, and drove an hour and a half across town, in the rain to stand in line to go to a book signing. A book signing of an author who means a lot to us both, but really more to me. Mostly ’cause I’m the slightly hysterical female here.
Does that sound like love to you?
it does to me.
Did I mention that he did all this and sent me updates while I was stuck at work? Things like. “Ginny fed, dressed and adorable. leaving house now” and “arrived in parking lot. all is well” and “in line. 30 women. one other man”
and then came the text that said that not only had he met the author, she was very gracious and sweet….even though Ginny cried almost through the whole thing. Oh, and he says that when he mentioned my blog name she stopped in her tracks….and said she knew who I was. um…….Wow. Can that feeling be gift wrapped?
As far as I’m concerned I need to bring HIM flowers for Valentines. First he bought me my dream fridge a couple of years ago for Valentines, and he always hand delivers flowers to my work. I thought it couldn’t get any better, but today. …the love he showed me in entering into this enthusiasm so completely with me…..Lord you are too good to me.
Oh….did I mention that he PROUDLY wore a pink feather boa through the whole thing? it’s a Siesta thang.
and then, as they said goodbye, Martin did something that he may never be forgiven (by other Siestas) for doing…
fortunately it seems to have recovered immediately.
I promise that tomorrow I will go back to being a normal 40 year old with a toddler and a superlatively wonderful husband. I’ll stop sounding like such a freakish fan-girl over Beth Moore. I AM a fan, but I’m not a freak….. But that’s tomorrow. Right now I’m gonna go start reading the book that he went to so much trouble to get signed for me.
and count myself as one blessed woman.
thank you Beth, for being so sweet and gracious to a tired, flustered daddy and child. You made my day…oh heck, you made my month.
and thank you Martin. for being so wonderful in the first place.