I was clipping Elise's nails as she slept in my lap (and lamenting the fact that clipping them now couldn't heal the scratch she had already made beside her eye), and as I clipped, I thought of my terrific husband. He's still at work right now, even though it's after 8:00pm. He works so hard for our little family. Today he really did so much to make sure I was able to do the things I wanted to get done.
His day started with a 7:00am mandatory meeting at work. I had an interview today for a Hall Advisor position (I didn't get a second interview, by the way), and he came home from work just to watch Elise while I went. Then I sent him to Walgreen's to pick up my birth control and prenatal vitamin prescriptions, of all things. I also had him get a couple of food items because I was making dinner for a bedridden sister in our ward. He then went back to work for a couple of hours before coming home again to watch Elise to make sure I had plenty of time to make the meal for the sister and get it to her at a reasonable time. Then he did the dishes. I sent him back to the store when I realized I didn't have an ingredient I needed. Then he tolerated my flustered mood when I was running later than I wanted to delivering the meal I'd made. Now he's back at work, and it's taking longer than they planned to finish setting up for an event in the morning. Matt, how do you handle all the craziness? You're just amazing, I guess.
P.S. Matt didn't get home until way after 9:00pm. Then he put Elise to bed. He's such a great dad, too.
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