Last night, we were interrupted, just as ‘things’ got started. When I was finished soothing and tucking in, M was sleeping. I didn’t wake him, but he did slide over to snuggle me in his half-sleep, a few loving things whispered into my ear before he drifted off again.
This morning was a little rushed, so we didn’t have any time to have a conversation. Before sleep every night, we talk about all the things we are grateful for, things the other did which made a difference, no matter how seemingly big or small. We didn’t get to do that last night or this morning, so I texted him just a bit ago.
Me: Thank you for all your hard work yesterday. Thank you for mulching. Thank you for taking us for ice cream. I didn’t get to tell you last night – I love you.
Him: You’re welcome. Sorry there was no cold pizza last night. Tonight it will be frozen….
Me: How am I supposed to get any work done when all I can do is daydream about that frozen pizza?
Cold pizza is not REALLY cold pizza. This will clear it up: Cold Pizza
The cold pizza was pretty amazing. I can only imagine the frozen pizza……