The sweetest thing

So I just have to add that as I write, my husband is in the pouring rain fixing our barbecue. The sweetest part about that is... he's fixing it because I was really craving something barbecued for Mother's Day. He's been out there for almost an hour now, trying to see if he can make it work without having to buy new parts. Because he knows I wouldn't want to spend money on that. I didn't even ask him to do any of this though. What a sweet gesture... that has more meaning to me than anything he could buy.