When I went up to get ready for bed after my run, I found a note on Tony's nightstand from Sam.
While at Target, Sam saw a display of Indiana Jones toys that included a whip. Well, Sam has been really into Indiana Jones lately and wants to be Indy for Halloween. And Indy MUST have a whip. But I told him I couldn't buy it for him...it was too much money and we were only halfway into the aforementioned torturous trip to Target. So he asked his dad to buy him the whip.
Now, when you marry a man, you hope and pray that he will be a good father. After what could only be described as a day ten times worse than mine, my dear, sweet husband penned this response and left it out by Sam's breakfast dishes for him to see this morning.
I am so grateful for the wonderful men (both big and little) in my life. And today will be a better day. I just know it.