I'm a lucky girl.

So, I get home from the gym. Go 'round the house to get the mail as usual. Open the door and it hits me.

Something delicious is emanating from the kitchen.

My husband, who had to come in to work three hours early today to work a full twelve, somehow managed to find time to make a crockpot full of delicious soup - all different kinds of veggies and what looks like italian spicy sausage. Oh, it was so delicious.

Next to the crock pot was a big bouquet of lovely flowers, a sweet card that brought tears to my eyes, and a small, beautifully wrapped box.

My husband never wraps things. "gift bag" is his mode of choice.

In the box was a beautifully delicate necklace with a single pearl that will match the earring he got me for Christmas two years ago.

He really is quite wonderful.