Three years ago when Jonathan and I got married we bought a house. It is a wonderful house, with a giant backyard.
However, after buying the house, we didn't have a ton of money for other necessities, like a lawn mower. Thankfully a family friend had a mower that we could 'purchase' for a case of beer. Now I am by no means complaining, but I think it will suffice to say a case of beer is not buying you a new, top of the line mower.
Jonathan has used that mower for 3 years now. Never once complained that you have to pull it 15 times to start it, or that you have to mow the same spot twice to get the grass short enough. The only thing he ever said was, 'I love our yard. Doesn't it look nice?"
And it does look nice.
But the other day Jonathan came in and said he had some bad news. Ole' jalopy had finally bit the dust. He named some fandangled part that had rusted and caused this other part to crack, etc. etc. "I'm sorry honey, I am going to have to get a new mower."
Secretly, I was so happy it broke. I know he has hated that thing from day 1. But being the practical, sensible man I love, he wouldn't spend the money on a new one until he had too.
Tonight a shiny, black craftsman platinum arrived to its new home; our home. Jonathan didn't wait a minute to start putting it together and test out his new toy.
And do you know what the best part of my day was? Catching my husband smiling while mowing the yard.