So Neal and I have this thing that everytime he does something nice or sweet I tell him he's just trying to get the husband of the year award. Well, tonight he was really going for it. After telling me to go after work to get my nails done so they'd be pretty for Christmas I get home late. He's arrived before me and has turned on all the Christmas decorations so I get the joy of seeing the lights on as I drive up. The best part is as I walk in the door he's starting a fire in the fireplace just for me. Just because he knows I love them. How lucky am I?