I realize that this may seem like nothing to most people, but meant a lot to me. You see, we recently took a camping trip to the Smoky Mtns. It was the first time Shelby had been camping and we only had to drive about an hour and a half to get there.
While we were there, they were having a Craftsmen Fair in Gatlinburg, so we stopped by. Here's where I wanted to cry (yes, it could be pregnancy, but I might have anyway). See, I'm not like most women. I don't ever ask for jewelry or perfume or am even big on shopping for clothes, shoes, or purses. I don't wear makeup without a reason and can get overly excited about going to the grocery store with my mom. I can't stand the thought of wasting money on things I deem frivolous for myself, and throughout our marriage and even while dating, my manly, quiet, and serious husband occasionally surprises me with something frivolous I really wanted, but would never ever spend the money on it for myself. This was one of those times.
There was a booth where a lady was selling handmade pottery and dishes. They were beautiful, but there was one mug that immediately caught my attention. I know, I know, I have mugs, I have plenty of them! Why was this one so special? I'm not really sure, but I just knew I really felt as if this was a luxury and a thing of beauty *sigh*.
It was $25! For a mug!?! Maybe to some people this seems fine, but was too extravagant to believe for me.
To make a long story short, Jeremy bought it for me. He bought it for me in spite of my protestations of it's outrageous price and the frivolous extravagance of it. He bought it because he loves me and wanted to give it to me.
I have since used it almost every day, and love the way it feels and just to admire it's beauty while I drink from it!
I saw my God and my Savior in the seemingly small act of my husband buying me a mug, and I can only thank and praise God for such a husband!