When Jeff left the house this morning all of the children were either crying, whining or throwing a fit. I'm sure he was glad to leave.
Over lunch he called to see how things were going.
At 3:30, just as I gave up and decided I had to unleash the noise and chaos by waking the boys from nap, I heard the garage door open.
Jeff had come home early just because he knew it had been a tough day and he thought I needed a break. You can keep your big diamonds and your bouquets of roses, my friends. They can't hold a candle to the kind of love that walks in the door almost two hours early to join you in the trenches.
THAT is true love.
And that's why, bad days like today aside, this really is my happily ever after.