We have been working hard to stick to a tight budget, and we know we have a long haul of it. We're on a three-year plan to build a house on our acreage, and we have specific financial goals we're working to meet.
Yesterday I had the day off, because I have to work this weekend, so we were driving around and running errands. I so wanted to do something fun, stop at the local microbrewery or wine bar or grab a caramel apple at the amusement park, but I knew we just didn't have much flexibility left in the budget this month after car repairs and saving for our vacation.
I longingly said that to Nate, but we made our way home.
I picked up the heat gun on the porch and started scraping the floor, and Nate went in to change his clothes.
Five minutes passed, and I went in to grab a drink and see what he was doing. He was still upstairs, so I headed back out.
Another five or 10 minutes passed, so I went inside again and saw him with his Bronco in the driveway, putting a cooler in the back.
Did someone invite us to go boating? I wondered, thinking why he was packing up.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as I stuck my head out the mud room door.
"Packing a picnic for us at our land."
I smiled. Awww. That's sweet.
So I put on a pair of jeans and headed out to the car with him. It was stocked full of everything we would need.
When we arrived, he started unpacking while I gathered old field stone to build a small fire pit. We built up a fire, settled back in lawn chairs with a glass of wine, and I just smiled and thanked him.
"I guess surprising you still sometimes is good," he said.
We cooked bacon and eggs over the propane torch for dinner and just enjoyed relaxing for a few hours as the sun made its way west.
After we packed up and were headed back home for the night, he asked, "So did that fulfill your urge to do something?"
"It couldn't have been better."