Tod and I generally agree on most things. One thing we've never agreed on:
Both boys, asleep, and half naked. I haven't dressed Lennon in days; he'd melt if I did. Don't believe me? My lipsticks have melted. Our bottled water (at room temperature) could be mixed into hot chocolate. . .
Which leads me to Miracle #1: On Sunday night, after temperatures spiked to 105 degrees...TOD TURNED ON THE AIR CONDITIONING! It felt like the most romantic gesture. Like he'd given me a dozen roses. But better. And more expensive.
And then there was Miracle #2...
Our almost three-car garage has been filled with everything BUT cars for two years...until yesterday. Tod waited until the news issued an EXTREME HEAT WARNING, and spent that day cleaning our garage. I've never loved him so much as I did when we pulled BOTH cars in for the night. Tod, you made two of my dreams come true.
Just a glimpse of his organizational skills. Thanks, Tod.
Marriage is funny; forget the roses, just turn on the air conditioning and clean the garage. And then sometimes give me roses, too.