Spring. It reared its shy little head last week but has been bullied back down by Winter. Bad Winter. Go home.
This man has been a saint. He took wonderful care of me. He made sure the whole house kept running. He cleaned up a couple of ungodly messes that a certain 7 year old made. He did laundry. And in the middle of all of that, he even went to the store and picked up some ice cream per his dad's request. I'm not sure how it's possible, but I think I actually fell more in love with my husband this weekend.
I had this adorable face to look at all weekend. Sure it just about killed me to not be able to kiss those irresistible cheeks, but I'll just have to make up for that this week.
Hot water bottles and warm-up puppies. Need I say more?
Our super amazing friends, Dan and Misty, dropped off a very sweet care package for our recovery. They also found very generous buyers for our Phantom tickets.
So thankful for boys who are very good at entertaining themselves. That comes in very handy when you feel like your body is going to break apart. By the way, this little man is turning 4 years old in a couple of weeks!
This poor kid went through it even more than I did. He moved down a few points on his near-perfect record of making it to the toilet every time this last week. Oh well, I guess we can't all be perfect now can we?
This is what we have to look forward to come Saturday. I need to breathe lighter, brighter air for a little while. Even if it's just for a week or so...I'll take it!
This is what I'm mostest thankful for. Not only will we be in Orlando for a few days visiting family and friends, but we will also be spending a week in St. Augustine with my side of the family. Joy of all Joys!
