When you cry with joy and appreciation because you were gifted a beautiful new vacuum!
I have THE BEST Grandma in the whole world. I joked around with her last time I was visiting about how awful the vacuum I am currently using is (really, its a beast, and it makes my life 10x's harder than it needs to be). This was not me pandering for a new vacuum. The thought never even crossed my mind. I was actually doing an impression of myself trying to push it around, and complaining that I am so out of shape that if I vacuum the whole house with it, I get sore muscles. Mostly I was just telling a funny story about why I had sore muscles and why it was embarrassing, because if you tell someone you are sore from vacuuming, you sound like a fat lunatic. Because the vacuum I have been using is super human (but doesn't actually work that well) it makes for a great reenactment, its quite comical. (if you don't mind looking like a fool...and clearly, I don't!)
My mom showed up to visit last night for Lily's 5th birthday party, and also brought a gift for me from my GG! What a surprise! I opened it, and it was this:
A new Dyson, super swank, compact, AMAZING vacuum, that is SO expensive, I would never even THINK of buying one.
I totally sprinked.
I am so grateful for it. It will make vacuuming SO much easier. I am still in shock that my super frugal Grandma splurged on something like this for me. But I am not shocked at all that she would be trying to take care of me in whatever way she can. She is the best (Honestly, I challenge you to find a better woman out there, she is my hero)! I feel a little guilty for telling her about my crappy vacuum. I didn't even think twice about it, and had no idea she was thinking of doing this.
There was a big part of me saying, NO WAY! I can NOT accept such a nice gift. This is crazy. But I really, really, really want it. Does that make me a bad person?
Whether or not it does, I already used it to vacuum my floor first thing this morning. If I thought I could get her to return it without a big fight, or without offending her, I probably would. But over time I have learned when to just shut-up and do my best pathetic attempt at conveying how ridiculously grateful I am!!
Also, on the same note of what an AMAZING family I have, my incredible mother brought these cross-stitches that she made for my girls. If you have ever done any cross-stitch, then you have an idea how much work (endless hours, dozens, maybe even hundreds) goes into a project like this. I personally don't have the patience for it. But that my mom made them such beautiful, heart-felt, hand crafted pictures makes me SO happy. They are lovely and they also make me want to cry. They will be treasures for my girls forever! I am blessed with such wonderful women and role models in my life. My mom and my grandma are my rocks and make me feel so gushy and sentimental. I hope I can be more like them someday.
(They say, "A real princess always remembers to say her prayers", "A real princess is always kind to her loyal subjects", "Love and Goodwill. A real princess doesn't need a crown")