Cinderella & her Prince.

So my husband and I were driving home the other night, and me, being the whiney wife that I occasionally am, said that I missed the days when we were dating (and not on a strict budget) and Matt would surprise me with little gifts every once in a while. Now that we're married and have financial goals, we stick to a pretty tight budget, which doesn't leave Matt a ton of room to buy me pretty things too often.

But right after those whiney, moody little words left my lips, do you know what my husband did? Pulled a wrapped gift for me out of the back seat of his car. Out of no where! Was this magic? I tried again. "I wish you'd get me a Louis Vuitton purse." Nothing. I shot a little lower. "I wish you'd get me a donut..." Nothing again. Not magic, my friends. I just have a husband who keeps gifts for me in his car. :)

Inside the wrapped box was this:

A beautiful Pandora bracelet and charm. He said the charm was a carriage, representing our new marriage, us and our fairy tale. Since we met each other, he's called me his princess, and I've called him my knight in shining armor. We cry like babies when we watch Disney princess films and see the prince sweep the princess off her feet, because we so fell for each other just like a fairy tale.

Lesson learned: If you want something bad enough, complain about it to your husband.

No, no, wait.. that's not the lesson. This is: marry a good man, ladies. Marry a good man.