He is especially gracious to me when I'm expecting. In the early months when I am so, so sick, he does everything in his power to find foods I can eat and make sure I'm comfortable (too bad he can't vomit for me, eh?).
In the latter months, such as now, he runs errands, cleans up, takes extra children with him when he can and caters to my cravings on a regular basis.
Yesterday was no different.
I usually don't keep ice cream in the house as certain members of our family have no self-control, but yesterday ice cream just sounded SO GOOD! I just wanted something gooey, with lots of chocolate and nuts and all other manner of goodness. I mentioned this to Monk in passing while making a grocery list, but didn't put it on the list.
Because I'm health conscious and all.
Anyway, Monk gets back from the store and beckons me into the kitchen. He begins telling me that he knows I didn't put ice cream on the list, but as he walked past the ice cream aisle he saw something that stood out and he just had to get it for me.
I was all ears.
He waxed on about this ice cream for a good 3 minutes until my salivary glands were in overload and my tongue was hanging from my mouth. I just knew he found some chocolatey, nutty, gooey concoction that would make all of my ice cream dreams come true.
This is what he pulls from the bag.
He knew immediately when the smile fell from my face that he had bombed in the ice cream department. The girls then saw what he bought and they both made the same face I did. They had a one word response too.
His head fell to his chest and I comforted him by saying,
"Don't worry champ, I'll take it back and get something that's actually...um...GOOD!".
And then I laughed maniacally and told him he had opened himself up for major blog fodder.
So later that evening I took the Cantaloupe 'n Cream (sheesh, it even sounds disgusting) back to the local Wal-Mart and promptly bought me a 1/2 gallon of something called...
Oh yes, my friends. Frozen serendipity.