Not to get all mushy-mushy on you,

but I'm about to!


Last night, OP got home from work, DEAD TIRED. He had had a long, grueling 12 hour day, and I could just see the weariness dripping from him.

But, he listened to Piper count to 100 by tens and fives.

And he gave Adi a huge hug and a congratulatory kiss for getting not one, but two, red cards (little notes from the principal).

And he growled at Porter and chased him back into his seat.

And he listened and consoled when I complained about my day.

After we ate he THANKED me for "making such a great meal". Seriously. And trust me when I say that our baked potato bar was far from inspired.

Then he showered the kids, read scriptures with us, knelt down and prayed with the fam, and read P.G. LLamma LLamma, Red Pajama.

And then he watched the new episode of Bones with me (which happens to be my favorite, not his).

And I can't help but think, wow, I sure got lucky with this fella.