Oh, that's so sweet. My poor father has always been terrible at picking out gifts for my mom.
(He didn't even bother buying her a birthday present this year). Anyway, he's so bad that unless
I do the work for him... Mom will open the present before Christmas. If she doesn't like it, she takes it back and gets something else. :p He's done better this year though, I have to say. Sad thing there is that one of her gifts - a pair of earrings she wanted - OUR PUPPY DOG got into one morning. I woke up to find Christmas paper strewn all over the living room. Thank goodness I got to them in time since only the plastic that the earrings were attached to was destroyed. It's a
Christmas Miracle that the earrings were unharmed. :D Of course, Mom got that present early b/c of
Lady Isabelle Rose's little adventure.
I hope you know how rare it is to have a DH that would do that. In my entire life I've certainly never seen a man in a bookstore doing that for his woman... and with a 'Hannah Handful' in tow as well!

That's such a sweet, touching image. It's the little things like that that mean so much. What a kind gesture.