I'll never catch up to my wife

I like to think I'm a pretty sensitive guy who is in tune with my wife and does things other husbands wouldn't.

I'm a little delusional that way.

One of the few times my carefully crafted hallucination gets smashed with the wrecking ball of reality is when my wife gives me a gift.

I just recently had a birthday, and she told me a few days beforehand that I was banned from the garage while she worked on my gift.

I immediately had visions of her assembling bookshelves, which we could use, but aren't all that cool. Instead, when my day finally came, she opened the door to reveal the garage, completely organized.

COMPLETELY. ORGANIZED.

I suppose to get the full impact of this, you should know that we still had boxes in there from when we moved in four years ago.

I was speechless (which, when you look at my blog title and subhead, should cause you to pray for repentance because the world is probably about to end).

Now, days later, I'm still hovering around on a cloud of contentment. Not even a Monday at work can deter me from how happy I feel.

I'd love to think I'll be able to make up for it when my wife has her birthday, but I'm a pragmatist. She will continue to wow me with her gifts and expressions of love, and I will stumble along trying not to let her out distance me too much.

In case you're curious, here are some pictures (FYI: until a few days ago, we didn't have a peg board for my tools).