Or should I say, "Mug Completely Full." We drove my husband to work on Tuesday since he didn't feel like getting stuck in the snow two days in a row. Apparently the parking lot he uses wasn't real high on the Facilities' checklist and he had to spend an hour on Monday digging his car out of a parking space with his boot. In the rush to get two kids and a husband out the door, dear husband didn't get to drink his morning cup of tea. I let it sit all day on the cluttered countertop, not wanting to bring any attention to the fact that I had noticed it. But the full cup of undrank tea made me think how often my husband doesn't "fuss" when things don't go his way. This is totally opposite of the way I tend to handle things, but was an effective reminder of why I love him so much.
And so today dear husband I want to thank you for the scrambled eggs that are just the right size for my sausage biscuits, for the way the girls light up when you walk into the room, and for helping clean the snow off the neighbors' driveways. Love you bunches!
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