Reason #2875 I Love My Husband

 There are probably a million reasons why I love my husband.  He is smart.  He is funny. He is an outstanding father. He can fix stuff around my house.  He loves Barnes and Noble as much as I do.  In the day-to-day tiffs about things like gas ( the natural kind if you know what I mean) and dirty socks on the floor, some of those reasons get pushed by the wayside and forgotten.  This past Thursday I was reminded once again of why I love him.

Pennies.

Yes, that's right, pennies.  

In order to tell this tale, I need to give you some background information.  About 8 years ago, I lost my maternal grandmother, Harriet.  She and I had a special bond.  We shared a birthday, a love of books, and a little love of revenge.  When Mike and I were looking to book a date for our wedding, it seemed like fate when the only date that was available for our venue was my shared birthday with my grandmother.  Unfortunately, we lost Gram a month before the wedding.  Obviously, I was devastated. 

 After her death, my mother and I began finding pennies whenever it seemed that we needed boost...or on a special day in our lives.  We decided that this was Gram's way of saying "Hi"  "I love you." or "You can do this."  After my daughter was born and we were waiting for her to have her heart surgery, I found a penny in a very unusual place.  As a new mother, I was constantly changing her diaper, even when I didn't need to.  One day when I was especially stressed over the upcoming surgery, I changed Amelia's dry diaper and found a penny inside!  Why on Earth my grandmother would decide to place this "sign" so close to my daughter's rear, I have no idea, but I felt relieved and had a laugh at the same time.  

Anyway...

At my thesis defense on Thursday, I was the only one that came with a cheering section.  My parents and my aunt left after my presentation, but my husband stayed for the entire time, giving me flowers and a card on our way home.  And inside that card, he placed a penny.