A really quick post since they have been lacking this week:

All I have to say is that I am so grateful for my husband.
When I come home from a hard day of teaching (so many stories to come) and am just about ready to quit and give up, Taylor pulls my crying self off of the couch and says, "It's milkshake time."

I sense a lot of "milkshake times" with my sweet husband the next few weeks.
A perfect therapy session: I cry about my day while he patiently listens, holds my hand, and says, "Tomorrow is another day."

And because of him, I will be ready for every tomorrow.

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