When my husband and I first got married, it used to drive me a little nuts that he was into souvenirs. I liked souvenirs, too, but it isn't critical to collect one at every roadstop...at least in my book. But the husband? Oh, totally different story - magnets that said we had a stopover at this airport in Texas, Mickey Mouse hands from Disneyland to help us height-challenged folks reach the chains that switched the ceiling fan off, coffee mugs with a Spam can smiling on it, a red candle with a Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus from Hawaii...you name it. I really, REALLY think that if there was such a thing as a Spam Christmas ornament he'd be the first to hit the "purchase" button on the Amazon check-out cart.

As time went on though, it didn't seem too weird, this love he has for souvenirs. Because it just means that he cares about keepsakes that remind us of the places we've visited together, the adventures we've shared, and the many Spam Christmas ornaments we've we are still destined to collect. Together.

Happy Monday!