My husband is a treat. Last night, after all the family had left post-FIL’s graduation party, he claps me on the shoulders and kisses me on the forehead. “You’re a good wife.” Okay… Thanks… “You are. And an awesome mom.” Sometimes, he knows just what I need to hear. And then this morning, I wake up to this:
The whole receipt is scribbled out. Written at the top, “CHRISTMAS DON’T ASK”. God love him.