Blessing #95 - Gifts when you need them

Last week was a terrible week. Actual to quote one of my favorite books, "It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad week." (I'm moving to Australia.)

It all started last Sunday. I had to stay home from church when Collin was sick. I really love our church, and I was bummed about missing, but I felt a little better when Shad came home with presents...PrEsEnTs!

Let me take a moment to explain something. Have you ever heard of the five love languages? If you haven't you can read about it here.

Basically, your love language is how you best respond to love...your language of love. My love language is gifts. I know that makes me sound shallow, but I lOoOoOve presents. I notice every detail, and a gift really means alot to me.

Sunday when Shad came home from church, he brought me home...

Some Christmasy Bath and Body Works soap from one of my friends from church.


He also brought a pile of Paula Deen cookbooks from another church friend.


These are just a few of the cookbooks that were the same height that I put out with my Southern Plate cookbook.

Tuesday,I started feeling sick myself. I got in the car after my tutoring job, and Shad had a present for me...wrapped and everything!


MeAsUrInG CuPs!!!



I know what you are thinking, "Nothing says romance like measuring cups?" However, I had flipped out about these measuring cups just a few days before in a store. I even came home and pinned them to my kitchens board on pinterest. He snuck out to the mall while I was at work Tuesday, and picked them up for me.

Here's what I love about these measuring cups. When you put them all together, they form a milk bottle. LoVe iT!!!!


My little heart was feeling lots of love at the start of the week, and that was good because last week was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week (Have I mentioned that already?)

Every last one of us...every last stinkin' one of us got sick...really sick. It was a long, looooong tough week, but everytime I came in the kitchen to wash my hands, I would look down my kitchen counter. See all my gifts, and even through my fevered haze, I would have to smile.



P.S. My theory on why we all got sick is because I have to hand wash all our dishes, the virus wasn't killed. A dishwasher would have really sanitized every dish. (Yes, I'm still bitter about having to wash dishes.)