My Craft Room (Or, another reason why BBH is AMAZING)

A couple of weeks ago, Beautiful Bald Husband and I were sitting in the living room just watching a show on Zombies or Preppers or something (like we do), and I casually glanced into the space in our house that we call the "Formal Dining Room" (in reality we have maybe had three meals in there since we moved in a half a decade ago...). I made the flippant comment, "I think we should wall that front room in and make me a craft room."  BBH turned to me and said, "It wouldn't be hard. Why not!?!" I smiled thinking, "how sweet of him to not shut my ridiculous comment down right away," but didn't think much else beyond that.

The next few days HE brought it up several more times.  He said something about how it wouldn't be that much, he "knows a guy" etc.  Within a week, he had talked to a contractor.  Within a week from that, the contractor had come out and given us an estimate.  Today, five days later, we have workers in our house. 

I feel like Mumtaz Mahal, the third wife of the wife of the Persian emperor who was so loved he built her a giant palace as her final resting place.  Granted this is the furthest thing from a tomb, as it will be a room for creation instead, but the FEELING is quite the same.  He is building this FOR ME.  He has no invested interest in its construction, besides perhaps a bit more closet space.  He will not get any sort of bonus from it.  None of this rooms existence will be tailored to satisfy any of his wants and needs besides this... He is building it to make me happy, and he said, "my goal is to give you everything you want.  To see you happy makes me happy."

(I will pause a moment for you all to swoon over my incredible dream boat the way I did...)

Oh, BBH.  I need to watch what I say around you.  No silly comments about always wanting a pony, unless I am prepared to build stables in the back yard. 

In all seriousness, I feel like the most loved, appreciated, adored, and desired women on the planet.  He makes me feel like a princess, a queen, a temptress, a saint, a genius and a siren all in the same day.  My only hope is that I NEVER take that for granted, or forget how special he is, and how lucky I am.

Gooooood grief, I have a blessed life.