The afternoon of year twenty-five

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The dear husband blew me away with a whimsical picnic on the afternoon of year twenty-five. I tell ya, he ceases never to surprise me and bless my heart. We went to a sprawling 4,000+ acre park and adopted a shady spot beneath grand, leafy trees next to a turn-of-a-century merry-go-round. It was so lovely and peaceful because there was hardly a soul there on a Monday, except for a singing nomad warbling nearby. The Mister got tasty sandwiches from here, accompanied by cheddar with peppered salami and chocolatey sweets from here. As if that weren't sweet enough, he then surprised me with a slew of handmade gifts. He made stencils, painted, and stamped a canvas tote bag bursting with handcrafted cards and goodies. It was exceedingly endearing because all the mementos were a community effort, as he told me about the sweet friends who contributed by crafting something, cutting cardboard, picking out fabric paint, baking goodies, and the like. The husband will always be first to confess that he is not a crafty person, and would rather wash dishes than make something. Our dear friend who snapped the behind-the-scenes pictures above divulged that as he was stenciling, he kept blurting out flustered remarks, "Freak. Why does my heart look like a buttcrack?"  I think he is a thoroughly creative and thoughtful fella; he totally went out of his comfort zone to put it all together, and was sneaky enough to send me off to the flea market while he worked on it with lovely chums. He executed the proposal in a similar manner, as it was also a community effort - I am always reminded at these times of how undeservedly blessed I am to have such amazing, encouraging people in my life who wholeheartedly reflect the kindness of the Lord. I may be biased, but I think have the sweetest husband ever and, lo and behold, that wasn't even the end of the festivities...