Last week, I dropped my coffee and broke my favorite mug. It was a Starbucks mug I got at a thrift store years ago, so I was kinda bummed I couldn't probably get another one. My husband made fun of me for being upset about a mug, we laughed and went on with our lives.

Two days later, I was out running errands and when I came home and opened the dishwasher, there was not one, but two of the exact same mug. Husband made fun of me, but then immediately found a set of two on eBay and got them. He's surprised me with way more expensive things, but these mugs made me much happier. It really is the little things.