The Little Yellow Bag

So there I was standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. The baby was screaming and the two girls were running about. It's was sheer chaos! As I stood there tending to dinner, yelling at the girls to get out of the kitchen for fear there would be an accident and yet ever so calmly trying to talk to Cash as if to persuade him not to cry (yeah right), in walks my hubby!

Yes...help has arrived!!

I am so thankful to see him and just in time! Not only did he help relieve me so that I could wrap up dinner, but the best part was that he walked through the front door with a little yellow bag in hand. And even though (sad to say) I am no longer 21, I knew that that little yellow bag belonged to me!!

He walks into the kitchen, picks up the screaming baby, gives me a hug and a kiss and says, "here mommy. I picked you up a little treat just to say thank you for all the hard work you're doing around here."

I am beaming from ear to ear as I open my bag of goodies!

The girls of course are screaming, "where's my surprise? I want a treat too! What about me?" Tim tries to help the girls understand what he did and why he did it which really turned into a thought provoking time.

I am blessed...

I love the adorable little tops he picked out all by himself,
I love the fact that he knows my sizes without even having to ask me,
and I even love that he is cool with going into a totally girly store,
but what I love the most was that he notices!
He notices the "hard work!"

So, It's times like this that help you keep going! Thanks for noticing babe!