B: the Gift Maker.

B has always been good about giving gifts. He is a very thoughtful person. When I first met him, I was impressed that he kept what he called a "grab bag" of gifts that were ready to go...perfect for heading over to somebody's house for dinner or a last minute birthday celebration. There were beautiful chocolates, notebooks brought back from Florence, little bottles of limoncello, even pretty soaps.


I am happy to report that his gift giving has just gone to the next level. Get this: Yesterday he told me he needed me to go get some baskets so he could put some vegetables from our garden in them. I didn't ask too many questions. I mean, if a guy asks for a basket, you get it for him, right? He doesn't do this this sort of thing very often. Um, yeah, that would be never. So, I went to Trader Joe's to pick up a few last minute items for our dinner party, found some baskets, came home and promptly got busy cooking, cleaning and taking care of the munchkins. B came into the kitchen awhile later with this:

He had put together gift baskets for both couples who came for dinner last night. Including: a half dozen of freshly-laid eggs, a big bunch of swiss chard, a few lemon cucumbers, some zucchini and a jar of the peach preserves. How cool was that? I think I really, really love my husband.