I had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I woke up to flowers and a lovely card from Craig, and in the evening we went out for a fabulous steak dinner. Craig gave me our traditional stuffed animal (a little stuffed pug this year) and a watch to replace one that had a damaged face due to an unfortunate accident. A pretty perfect Valentine's Day in my world.
When we got home from dinner, there was another surprise waiting for me. Each of the boys had drawn a little Valentine's card for me on their Kindle Fire, and they showed them to me in age order. But when they got to Craig, Craig told me the Fire he had wouldn't work and asked me if I could take a look at it. Only Craig doesn't have a Fire. I turned around and counted, and each boy was still holding their Fire. I did the math and realized there was an extra Fire, and it was for me.
For much of last year, the boys were saving their money (they each get a small allowance based on age) to purchase Kindles. When the Kindle Fire came out, we decided to surprise each of them with one for Christmas. At some point after Christmas, the boys approached Craig and told them they wanted to buy me a Kindle Fire. I don't know the details of how it all went down, but I do know that each of them gave a "significant amount of money according to a formula" that they came up with with Craig. They each were willing to give enough to cover the entire cost, but thankfully, Craig put a limit on it and chipped in the rest of the money.
Every time I look at it, I tear up. It's not like they have jobs or like money grows on trees for them. They each have things they would like to purchase. Knowing that they came up with the idea on their own and were willing to sacrifice to buy me something they knew I would enjoy...well, they've blessed me more than they can understand at this point in their lives. I am loved.