My genetic bestowal for shoes

My husband, family and dog always come first, but my heart reserves a special corner for my love of shoes. It's like love at first sight; you have to sequester it or kiss it good-bye. Also I've learned that this fancy I have with shoes existed in me before birth; it was genetically bestowed upon me. My grandma's shoe cumulation puts many to shame, and as a youngster I looked forward to every sleep over at grandma's house, just so I could drown myself in her epic collection.

Just recently I journeyed to Fashion Valley, mainly to check out the
latest arrivals from Steve Madden.
But three stores later I drove home empty handed. No one had a size six of Bersh (the name of the shoe) in stock. On the drive home I realized that those shoes were not meant to integrate my wardrobe.

A month later a brown box smiled at me from the front door step. Usually I know what's inside, but this time I couldn't fathom what occupied its dimensions? Then I remembered our two year wedding anniversary was approaching, although it was a month early. As I moved closer to the mystery box, I read the address label and stood frozen in complete zest. You can see below what hid behind the brown walls of the cube. Each surprise transcends the next when Brian contrives them. For me the little surprises make my day, like when he comes home early or when he makes coffee for me, but I don't mind the big surprises either!

For those of you befuddled by the background, I put these fabulously designed shoes in the oven for this shot. I couldn't resist; they're so hot! =)