The Calm One has a Saturday off! That rarely happens, but when it does it could mean one of two things:
1. I get to sleep in
or (and this is more likely)
2. I get to wake up at the crack of o'dark thirty with the chickadees like any other day on the planet.
Today, I got to sleep in! (Insert Hallelujah chorus here) And then as if that weren't delectable enough, he brought me home the lunch of champions: french fries and a caramel frappe. Double Hallelujah!
Never mind that after my last doctor's visit I had sworn off the beauty that is the fried potato . . .
The man speaks my love language. And that is so very joyful. So very, very joyful.
What is your love language?
Counting it all french fry dipped in caramel joy,