Awe. Isn't that sweet?

It's almost as sweet as when my husband surprised me with a 357 smith and wesson ... THAT was a day I'll never forget- more importantly, a lesson in self-defense that I wish I could.

"I bought you something, honey". It's just not every day when your hub comes home and utters those words, you know? Sends a kind of shiver up a girl's back.

My husband, he's funny. He gets these ideas in his head- things that he WANTS me to have and then all of the sudden...I get something pretty off-the-wall. By no means anything fancy and wrapped with a pink bow - but the look on his face as he hands it over - well, let's just say that a pink bow pales in comparison.

Most people who know our family, know that JD is quite the swindler. He finds these amazing 'deals' and as long as he has a private 'arm' to trade, he comes out on top. Don't get me wrong, he's not a private arms dealer, but I have to admit that his investments in guns do pay off from time to time.

So today, I got this:

And I must admit, it took a few days to warm up to the deal. As the only girl in my family with three older brothers, I grew up on these machines and (ahem) they bring out a sort of wild side of my personhood. I was a bit apprehensive to jump on this four-wheeler. Maybe because I'm all grown up, don't you know? All 'mom' and such. I must admit, though, it took one push of the accelerator to take me right back to 1992. I LOVE the feel of wind in my hair and the quick twist of a handle bar. Call me crazy.
To me, this is what this picture says: "Son, it's for you...it's for your childhood...it's why I work so hard...to see this smile:" I'm not sayin' money buys happiness, by any means. But there's something about wanting to pass down the same memories of your own childhood, you know?

And I'm sorry. That's just a gift that can't be bought (or traded). I love the way JD has invested in memories...and how it includes everybody in our family.