Lucky in Love

I feel so lucky to be married to David.

He gets me.  He knows me.  He makes me so happy.

And the other day he did such a sweet thing that keeps coming to my mind.  So I want to share it.

David is really loving this vintage store we have in our town.  We discovered it recently, and finds ways to get me there all the time.  David has found quite a few treasures there, and even "likes" it on Facebook.  "Liking" a vintage store on Facebook.....  so silly.

The other day he took me there and spoiled me.  He had seen this giraffe scarf on their Facebook page and he wanted me to have it.   What?  He's so sweet.  But he's also very specific about how we spend money.  (THANK goodness - because I am not so specific...)

So I was surprised when he was buying me this beautiful scarf, just for fun.  It made me feel so spoiled!  He was just so sweet about it too.

But you know what?  There was one more thing he bought me that brings me to tears even writing this.



David very quietly hands me a small gold necklace.  It's petite.  It's beautiful.  It's "me".

And it has an anchor on it.

"I thought you might like this."

"David, its just like my dad's!"

"I know."

You see, David never got to meet my father.  He and I started a friendship when my father was near the end of his battle with cancer.


He's heard countless stories about my dad.  Listens to me repeat them over and over and doesn't stop me.  He eats dad's birthday peach pie with me every year.  Goes to the lake with me on Father's day.

Holds me while I cry out of nowhere when a memory comes upon me too quick.  Or when I dream about him and wake up remembering he's gone.

My dad left me this necklace.   It was his. You see, my dad LOVED his boat and the lake.  All things nautical really, except sail boats.  (He was not so much a slow sailing kind of guy - but power and speed. You know...man stuff.)  The necklace was a gold anchor with an eagle on it.  On a gold chain.  The chain is big, and the charm (can I call it that?  Medallion maybe?) is big.

Because it was for a guy.

I don't wear it.  Its a keepsake, and I treasure it because it was his.  I would like to wear it, but its not really "me".  It's certainly "my dad", and that is what I love about it.  But its not me.



I know that this doesn't seem like a big deal.  But it is.

It SO is.

We've never really talked about the necklace.  He knew I had it, and he'd seen it plenty of times.  I've never told him that I wish it was something I could wear without looking like I was wearing a "gold chain" or was a fifty year old man.

But it means the world to me that he knew I would love this.

Its beautiful.
Its a sweet tribute to my father.
And I adore it.