DH had returned from 6 months in Afghanistan, just a few days before Christmas. On Christmas day he told me he was going to build me a scrapbook room in the garage. A complete stand alone room with carpet, custom made shelving/benches, stereo system etc. He'd even planned it out with drawings and measurements while he was deployed. He spent his whole leave break building it, and it turned out amazing. My own retreat. He even added on a kids playhouse at the end of it, with a window so I could watch the kids play while I scrapped. *swoon*
What I really loved about it, was the fact that he knew how much scrapbooking meant to me, and for him to build something like this meant he really 'got' what my interest was and what it meant to me. Does that make sense?