Red ribbon day

I have often written about my husband. I've let the vast masses of the Internet know when he's on my bad side, likewise, I've waxed poetic about the parts of him that make me swoon. Tonight I sing his praises.
Bradley has gone and surprised me. This is not an easy task, I am the nosiest person I know. It's not my fault, I was born that way. The fact that I live with Brad makes it all the harder to surprise me, but he did it.
I've been wanting a new car for a while. When we had Tate the back seat of my Montero officially disappeared amidst the car seats. I've had my little truck for five years now and it has never let me down. But I have an eye for sparkly new cars and the smell of new leather intoxicates me.
Brad and I talked over the idea of getting a new car. We looked at all the seven passenger cars on the market. We talked to a couple salesmen. We looked at our finances and decided to wait til next winter to get something new and bigger.
I was a little sad when I thought about not getting a new car, but it was OK. We talked about it and it just made more sense to wait til I could get the car I wanted with all the bells and whistles.
I got both of my babies down to nap at the same time today, this is a rare occurrence. What is even more rare is the sound of a key in the lock at two p.m. I was a little startled but I saw it was Brad. I know how hard the man works, I know he never leaves unless there is a good reason or something is wrong. I knew he didn't have a reason to be home early so I thought maybe he got hurt at work or was sick. My husband never takes off. He worked through having bronchitis and pneumonia once, so something had to be wrong.
Brad walked in and said he came home early so we could go look at a couple cars. What a treat, Brad home early, and I get to get to go smell new cars! I told him it was nap time, he said fine we'd go when the kids got up. He asked me to come help him get some stuff out of his truck. I walked outside, but Brad's work truck was not in the driveway. In my driveway sat a brand new Acadia with a beautiful red bow on it.
I am not one to cry. I graduated high school, got married, and had two perfect babies without shedding a tear. Brad made me cry today. It wasn't the car, it was the bow. It was the fact that he listened and he was so generous. He knew what my dream car was. He knew the color, the features, and all the bells and whistles. He bought the car yesterday and had a DVD installed. He left work and surprised me. He gave me a safe, fun car. He gave me a car that I no longer have to worry if my kids are hot in, they have their own vents and climate control. He gave me a car that Turner and Tate can watch TV in while on long trips. He gave me the freedom to load up my friend Maranda and my kids' best friends and go anywhere we want together. Brad gave me what I wanted and I didn't have to ask for it.
Husbands, take note. You need not buy your wife a new car, but you need to listen. Brad gave me two very important gifts today. I got an afternoon with my husband, which never happens. And I got a great car, that is exactly what I wanted. He could have gone and gotten the truck he wanted but he got something that worked for us all. Now this doesn't come with out a price for me. He let me know that he figures he gets at least nine months of me picking up behind him with out me fussing about it. I got the good end of this deal. I'd be picking up behind with or with out a car.
Brad isn't known for his affectionate nature, but he wows me all the time. The car is fantastic, but it was the bow that made me cry. It wasn't just that he picked up a car, he meant for it to be a surprise and a gift. The bow made it so special. Today was a red ribbon type of day. Thanks babe, you rock, you always have and always will.