Sometimes it really is the thought that counts

Big Daddy had a very stressful day at work on Friday and it was the end of a very stressful week. To my surprise, he arrived home before 5:00 yesterday and we started trying to make dinner plans. I had plans to cook and had several meal options that he could choose from. I could tell he was drained from a rough week, so we decided to go out to dinner.
Big Daddy and The Muffin went upstairs to get ready to go and I followed in a few minutes. They were on the computer and I could tell they were up to something. I asked why they weren't ready to go and Muff quickly replied, "We are trying to find your purse!".
We went shopping last week and I fell in love with a very expensive purse. Big Daddy told me to get it and I reminded him that I'd be carrying a diaper bag again soon and that a new purse (that expensive) was silly. He left work early so that he could get it as a surprise Christmas present for me. He didn't see it at the store and was looking for it online. We haven't given real Christmas gifts to one another since 2005, when we were expecting The Muffin.
Even though I keep telling him how special it is that he was trying to find it, he doesn't understand that just knowing that he was looking everywhere for that purse is a gift in itself.