My husband and I moved out of state to help my father in law open up a business. This meant leaving our stable careers and all of the other stuff that goes with an out of state move. Suffice to say the business plans we were advised of and cross examined him on over and over turned out to be... we'll just say grossly inaccurate. My husband has been trying to get a permanent position that pays decently and has been working 50-60 hour weeks doing warehousing, recruiting, any and every assignment he can to keep the money coming. The business closed the first of December, I've been working as well but just found out yesterday that my pay will no longer be able to be paid at the end of this month. Money has been very tight and this has been an amazingly rough time period for us because his assignments could end at any time. Besides that there's the obvious betrayal, I can't imagine what my husband is feeling when he thinks about it. We are saving every penny we have and splitting them 25 ways just to make it happen.
Anyhow. For Christmas my parents sent us a little bit of cash with a note- Take this, go out to eat, go on a date. Enjoy each other. we love you. Suffice to say there were tears. To add the icing to the cake, I grew up in Miami and the thing I miss most is the food- good pork kebabs, empanadas, guabana shakes, ropa vieja, platanos maduros... We saved the money for after the holidays and on the way home from work two weeks ago my husband passed a Cuban restaurant on a road we've been on dozens of times since we moved up here and never noticed it before. He couldn't wait to tell me! We went that night and it was amazing! It was like I was transported back to Miami, except the snow on the ground.
I got not one gift or two, I got three. We got money so we could have a date for the first time in months, I got to eat real Cuban food again and I got the most amazing, caring partner that, no matter how rough it gets, is by my side and looking for little rays of sunshine to brighten this storm we're riding through.