Shattered Sun

Speaking of my husband, that is. Last night, I was tired and I laid down for a nap around 7:30pm. I hadn’t done the dishes yet, but asked him to wake me up at 9, so that I could get them done. He tried waking me up and I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. So, he did the dishes for me. He loathes doing the dishes. I was so grateful. And, to top it off, he played nurse to our roomie, too. He’s a good guy.

Isn’t it always the little things that matter?

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