I love that my life is as predictable as the coming of the morning sun. Expected patterns of daily life give me such a feeling of well being. My husband calling to me to bring him the Christmas List, the first step in a well known dance.
"Now we're on a budget this year, you know." begins my husband."You can't get everything these kids want on this list. One item PER child and spouse, and THAT'S IT!" And off to the store we go....
May I tell you that I have not once, not ever never, done the Christmas shopping for our family. I am the designated cart pusher for the man who buys everything on the list and then some. "Oh, lets get gift cards for the neighbor children to go with the gifts I have already bought them." "The Shop Vac? Well, I noticed Joe doesn't have one. How about those comforter sets for each of the girls?"
Oh how I desperately love this husband of mine who has given me the family of my pillow dreams so long ago. He wants nothing for himself but the love of his family and smiles aplenty on Christmas morning, budget busters, every one.