With Love, I Give Thee Drapes

My husband, Dave, works as a School Psychologist which means that every summer I get him home with me for 8 weeks....Every time he goes back to work, I cry.  It takes me two weeks to get used to him being around all the time and then two more weeks to adjust to his absence.
This past August, I was whining and complaining about needing wanting new fabric for the drapes in our living room.  I came home with the swatch I had gotten just that day and, lo and behold, it was the EXACT fabric I had envisioned for the room.  Dave feigned interest in my plight....as per usual.  I even showed him how they would coordinate PERFECTLY with the other fabric I planned on using for the Fall.

The coveted fabric...plaid in top photo

I stopped talking about it, kind of, and instead put all of my mental energy into how I could raise the funds needed to purchase said fabric.
A few days later, after a rough day of parenting and being sad and grumpy about his return to work, Dave surprised me with a gift.  As I got into bed that night, I pulled back the covers to find 6 BEAUTIFUL YARDS of the beloved fabric. I think he was hoping for the reaction Debra Barone gives Ray when he starts vacuuming the drapes.   
Debra: You are going to do the drapes?
Ray: No, silly, the Humm Vac is going to do the drapes. I'm just going to take the credit!
(Ray starts vacuuming the drapes)
Debra: I have never been more attracted to you in my entire life.
Instead, I cried.  
How is it possible to teach the lesson of not rewarding bad behavior when I received such a gift?  Thank God for Grace.  Thank God for Dave.  While I was treasuring and hoping the fabric would make me happy, it was the simple act of love and devotion on Dave's part that made me happy.  I was astonished that he picked out the right fabric and the right amount.  He was listening.  He does care about the stupid small things in my life that may not affect him, but definitely affect me.
So, while I write this, I am reminded of the husband who would buy me fabric because he knew it would make me happy.  And, I wonder, what am I doing for him that is seemingly insignificant to me but means the world to him?  I pray that I am showing him that he is the treasured thing in my life that I want to show and tell.

Have a wonderful weekend treasuring those in your life......
Shared with Cindy at My Romantic Home and Melissa at The Inspired Room.