Today I'm thankful for spontaneous acts from my husband. When I was a young teenager I wrote a letter to my future husband explaining that I hoped he was a cowboy who looked like Tim McGraw and was spontaneous. Though Clay looks nothing like Tim (thank goodness...sometimes I wonder who put those crazy thoughts in my head) and is anything but a cowboy, he is sweetly spontaneous. Not to the point where I'm constantly on the edge of my seat (that's not my style), but enough that I can appreciate his little surprises and going from having no plans to suddenly having something to get excited about.
Clay knew this weekend would be the last of the nice fall weather before a big snowstorm hit, so he decided to take his Friday afternoon off of work and take his two girls on an adventure. We rode the four-wheeler up the canyon, threw rocks into the creek, checked on his favorite fishing spot, and stopped to watch some horses on the ride home. It may not have seemed like a big deal to anyone, including Clay, but it meant so much to me to have that afternoon with my family. I am thankful for the seemingly simple things we do as a family that turn into favorite memories. Some of the moments I think about most fondly are the ones that were not planned in advance or required a fortune for plane tickets and hotel rooms, but were simply the times that we quickly decided to get away and spend some time together.