My Christmas problem is that my husband is the most amazing gift-giver.
And this is a problem? Yes! Stay with me here....
I can casually mention something to him in July and that man will have it under the tree for Christmas! He's very sneaky that way.
Always watching.....always listening.....always remembering....
Hmmmm.....Maybe's he's Santa?
Wait! That sounds good and this really is a problem!
And why, you ask? Because naturally, I want to do the same for him. I want to shower my fabulous husband with gifts that he'll adore!
I want him to ooohhh and ahhhh on Christmas morning. Just like I do!
Unfortunately, I don't have that "Santa" gift for finding the perfect present.
Oh I try! I really do! Each and every year.
And then, without fail, I start the "Christmas Panic." I just frantically start buying stuff for him.
Maybe I should get this? Perhaps I should add that. I know he spent too much on me, so I better scoop up one more thing!
It's a vicious, never-ending, cycle!
Because I love my husband.
I love his thoughtfulness. I love his generosity. I love his kindness.
But people. This is really is a problem!