Last Saturday morning, I broke my camera by putting the memory card in the wrong way and bending the little wire connectors inside. Josh was heading out, and offered to take it to the camera store for me to see if it could be repaired. I asked if he could bring me home a camera from his prop truck to borrow for Sunday night dinner, and he assured me he'd come back with a camera.
He did. A new one. For me. "Merry Christmas," he said. "I was going to get you this for Christmas anyway."