A fine tradition

was begun long ago by my father and is faithfully carried out by my husband....

I'm SPOILED


It's fabulous, really. He met me at the airport dressed like he was going on a date. He was fresh with flowers and a bright smile. When we got home he had already done all the shopping and suggested I lounge in a bubblebath. (oh the suffering!)

The next day, I was greeted with a couple of new CDs. Kelly Clarkson Breakaway, Usher Confessions, and the last was Good Charlotte The Young and Hopeless.

The Good Charlotte CD was obviously not for me, but I know the only reason for him to get the other 2 would be to make me happy. And isn't that what life is all about...making me happy?
Maybe just a little??