I love my husband. Today he took Grace to preschool and then picked her up. For me, that made me about three times as productive today.
He loves preschool. He even went to help one day and had so much fun he was talking about it for a week. Literally.
But he did comment tonite that the moms don't talk to him when he goes. He's only been there a few times and I'm sitting there thinking that I don't always talk to many of the moms when I'm there and most of them I don't even know. There are about three of them that I chat with and one that I consider a friend. It takes time to meet people and get to know them and . . .
"Maybe I'm too sexy for them," he says.
Probably. Maybe I'll ask on Friday.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.