He beat me home. Sadly, he didn’t fold the laundry or run the dishwasher, but he’s home safe and sound and took me out to dinner. Best yet: He didn’t complain because I didn’t fold the laundry or run the DW.
The happiest sounds are wafting from my bedroom right now…kisses, belly laughs and “I love yous.”
Have I ever mentioned how lucky I am?
He folded the laundry for me 🙂 Love him.