The other night, I was lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
It had been a rough day--Steve had had to work late (again), Jack had been extra cranky, and Buster had been completely disobedient. The house was a wreck, despite my many efforts to make it otherwise, and although I had tried to do everything right, I still felt like a complete failure.
Just as I was lying there, trying to go to sleep, feeling completely undervalued and unappreciated, my sweet husband (who was probably completely exhausted as well) rolled over, put his arms around me, and murmured, "Thank you for being wonderful."
I fell asleep smiling.
It had been a rough day--Steve had had to work late (again), Jack had been extra cranky, and Buster had been completely disobedient. The house was a wreck, despite my many efforts to make it otherwise, and although I had tried to do everything right, I still felt like a complete failure.
Just as I was lying there, trying to go to sleep, feeling completely undervalued and unappreciated, my sweet husband (who was probably completely exhausted as well) rolled over, put his arms around me, and murmured, "Thank you for being wonderful."
I fell asleep smiling.
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I have to say I concur. You really are wonderful Jewel!