Last Saturday I was taking Jenna for a walk...
As we left, I distinctly remember looking at the car and thinking
Man, I parked way to close to the curb!, and then off we went. It was about a billion degrees out, so we were only out for about a half hour before we came back. We walked through the parking lot, and as I was getting Jenna out of her stroller, I glanced back and thought
Wow, there's no cars in the parking lot... That's wierd that everyone is gone. Then I did a double take and my heart stopped.
Wait, there are NO cars in the parking lot! You'd think that I would be freaking out, but I don't think that I really believed it. I continued to get Jenna out and put the stroller away, and kept looking over to our spot, as if I somehow missed seeing the car. I even walked over and stood in our spot, to make absolutely sure that I was not losing my mind. Finally, the panic set in.
Aaaaaah! Our car is stolen! I didn't lock the doors! What are we going to do? Do I call the police?Luckily, I decided to call Paul first. It turns out he came home early from his NACC Conference in Vegas, and wanted to surprise me! He got me these beautiful flowers:

Then he used a gift card he won in Vegas to buy me Guitar Hero. Woot!
What a thoughtful husband! On Father's Day, he took care of Jenna so I could sleep in and then he made
me breakfast in bed! I said, "Hey, I'm supposed to be doing nice things for you today" and he just shrugged and said, "You do nice things for me
every day." In the words of Brian Regan: Can life get better? I submit that it canNOT!
I love you, Paul!