Pickles and Roses

On a typical class day for Josh, I walk him to class and meet him on his way home from campus. He usually gives me a call, when he’s leaving campus, and I start on my way to meet him somewhere along the way. Sometimes I leave before he calls, so I can pop up unexpectedly and surprise/scare him on his way home. (You should have seen his face the time I came up behind him and grabbed his hand.)

Today when Josh called, I pretended to be well on my way to meet him, when I was actually trying to finish up some last minute things before I walked out the door. To my surprise, when I went to meet Josh, he was coming around the last bend before our apartment. He surprised me! As we walked together to check the mail (another daily ritual), Josh tied his jacket over my eyes so I could practice being blind (a remnant from Education for Exceptional Learners at BJU). As I was trying to find our mailbox with my eyes closed, my hands felt something rather different than the usual keyhole. My dear husband bought me roses for our four month anniversary. I was so surprised! After class instead of working in the lab, Josh had walked to our parking lot, taken our car (he was really worried I would notice that our car was missing), and went to buy roses and pickles (I love Claussen pickles!). I should tell you that Josh went to three grocery stores and called my mom before he found my favorite pickles. I have such a sweet husband. It was one of those “blah” days for me, and Josh’s gift of roses and pickles was simply perfect.

7 thoughts on “Pickles and Roses

  1. How sweet Amy! What a great husband you have! What a blessing for your day! Good job Josh! 🙂

  2. Aw! BTW–Thanks for introducing me to Claussen pickles! I love them now, too!! 🙂

  3. Very sweet and thoughtful, Josh. Happy 4-month Anniversary! (Sorry, I don’t think even Claussen could make a pickle I would like!) 😉

  4. I love Claussen pickles!! They are the BEST and ONLY pickles in the world–a necessary staple at our house! 🙂

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