But the story doesn't end there.
When I told my Hero how I regretted not bringing that yellow basket home, his immediate response was, "Okay, let's go back and get it." Do you see why he's my Hero? Now, putting this into perspective, it was Sunday afternoon and going to get that basket, which I was fairly certain was no longer for sale, meant an almost hour long drive down I-95 in crazy weekend traffic through downtown Baltimore to the warehouse district. And he was absolutely willing to take me. Hero.
Allowing sanity to prevail, and feeling certain that my perfect basket was now residing in another lucky, and smarter, person's home, I offered an alternative. We live within minutes of a sweet little waterfront town named Havre de Grace that is home to several of our favorite antique shops.
Plus an old white column that I don’t have a photo of because it is now in the spidery garage, but we had seen it the last time we were at the shop and it still intrigued us. There is real craftsmanship in how it was made and though we still don't quite know what to do with it, this time we listened to our hearts and brought it home with us.
Okay, I have to be honest here. This was not my idea. I saw it at one of the shops at Old Lucketts Store and fell in love. And now I have one too. Joy.
Anyway, that's how my Hero turned my "oh darn" moment into a very special Sunday afternoon. Oh, and he even took me out to dinner by the water before heading home. Bliss.
Hugs to all,