From this moment…

I vow to acknolwedge that you are, by far, a better shopper than I.

That wasn’t in my vows.

Or was it?

The man who did our ceremony was Boring. Remember?

All I can recall is something about a can of coffee coming with instructions, while marriage doesn’t.

Onward and upward, we’ve muddled through the past 19 months instructionless. Learning something about each other every day.

And one thing I’ve learned about you…

Is you can shop.

I don’t have the heart, or the brain power…

Not to say you always find the best deals.

Those blankets I got last Christmas… how did we ever live life without them?

And those Lock & Lock containers? Oh, scratch that… my Mother bought those.

Whatever! I must concede, you have a flair for finding sales. Better yet, you can zero in on my size in mere moments, and somehow everything you find is always on clearance.

You suck.

Thank you, because I’m not sure I could have lived without this…

Just like the few other things we’ve purchased recently, this one has changed my life.

Screw taking the time to make a cup of joe in the mornings (or god forbid, make a 6:15am drive through the DOUBLE drive-thru at McDonald’s for a medium hazelnut iced coffee and 4 hashbrowns)… I set this jar you found me at the Salvation Army on the desk passing for an entertainment center right outside our bedroom door.

Now I can grab a handful on my way to the shower and satisfy two good groups in one day.

Chocolate, and coffee.

You, my dear, wonderful husband who I will yell at later for putting a hole in the kitchen wall… rock.

And I love you.