Double Delight Designs: 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.