Awesome

I'm going to get a little sappy here so if that bothers you, you should probably stop reading right about now. I resigned from my library job almost two weeks ago. The first week was really quite hard. Especially that first Saturday. I felt completely lost. This one was much better. Considering it started out with a stop at the beach with my daughter how could it not be? Anyway, I'm still not sure if I'm going to go apply anywhere else but I'm getting used to not going to work. And I'm really liking it. This is my work, at least for now, and I'm loving it. Instead of being on my way to work right now, like I would have been, I'm writing. I'm thinking about making cookies when I'm done here. My husband went in to work extra today and may go in a few more days this week. He has been awesome throughout all of this. Though I have wanted him to tell me what to do. (It would just be easier than thinking and worrying about what's right.) He really hasn't. Even now he says I should "do what you want." Can't beat that. I know he's behind me no matter what and if money really gets that bad I know he'll tell me to find a job. In the meantime he's already planning next years vacation because he know we'll be fine no matter what.
In May and June this year he had two birthday parties for me. The first was a fake out. The second was amazing. I had noticed, all of a sudden, he was becoming friends with a lot of my friends on facebook. Some of these people I know he had never even met and had no clue who they were. I of course questioned him on it at dinner one night. He played stupid and said something about whats wrong with being friends with my friends. I knew something was up. It was the next day when I realized DUH my birthday was coming and obviously he was planning something. Being the sweet woman I am and since he already knew I was onto him, I posted to my facebook status, "So lots of my friends are now friends with my husband. Who wants to tell me what he's up to?" Got a few responses about surprizes but no details of course.
He had me beat completely. When he knew I was onto him he planned a fake crappy party. He specifically told people to come late and only a few of them to come. When I showed up for the fake surprise party there was one person here and a few showed up later, including his family. He had tons of food. I did exactly what he wanted and expected of me, bitched and complained about it. To everyone but him of course because at least he tried. He just could have done it better and I was disappointed.
Sure enough a few weeks later, boy did he do it better. I was completely surprized by the real party. There were like thirty people here, on time, to shock the Hell out of me. My sister loves the picture she got of my face coming in that she calls the 'pissed off I didn't figure it out face.' He even made a Jessica's Jeopardy game which was amazing. And included prizes. It was so much fun, everyone loved it. The party was great. He did an awesome job. He's done much more but I'll stop the flow of sap here, for now, and just say "Thanks honey, for everything, you're awesome!"