A Buggin' Anniversary Gift

A few days before our 10-year anniversary Eric mentioned to me that he had gotten me a gift. I went into a slight panic because I didn't think we were getting each other gifts. For the record I happily receive gifts on my birthday and Christmas, but holidays like Valentine's Day and anniversaries seem so contrived to me, so I prefer to get a home-made gift or just a really great heart-felt card. Anyway, I put my thinking cap on and came up with a gift for Eric (picture a home-made heart-felt thingy, which I will not document because when you see his gift to me, you would think mine was majorly lame).

I walked out of the house the other morning to take the kids to school and noticed Eric taking pictures.

I had no idea why he was hiding behind our tree taking pictures, but figured he wanted some of our kids before we left on our anniversary trip.

Here I am walking around the corner, which is when I discovered the reason for the picture taking.

And finally, here I am as I realize just exactly what was waiting for me. And it did take me a minute. I did a double-take and then almost passed out! Because what was waiting for me was a big surprise. No, I should say huge surprise. A surprise like no other surprise I have ever had. And what was it? It was:

The first car I ever owned!!! A 1978 convertible Superbeatle. I loved this car. I have missed this car. I thought this car was long gone. I thought I would never see it again. But here it was, in my own driveway. My wonderful husband and Marty (my wonderful father figure) made this happen and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face all weekend. It was quite the 10-year anniversary gift, and I couldn't be more thankful for it.

On my first 100 things about me list, number 94 stated, "My first car was a 1978 convertible Superbeatle. I secretly hope that one day Eric will buy me one for my birthday. Hint, hint." Of course, I wrote this in a joking manner, but by putting it out there, it looks as if the universe was listening. Or at least my husband was.