Yesterday was stressful. It was one of those days with a long to-do list and not enough time to check everything off. I talked to Anderson around lunchtime and vented a little. Okay, a lot. He listened patiently until I calmed down then told me he would help me with anything I needed. Even though he can't read my mind (and tells me this frequently) he got the picture: I needed to relax. So last night when I came home from a beach photoshoot and started to drop my sandy, wet pants by the backdoor, I looked up and saw this note:
Of course I circled yes! Anderson had cooked a yummy meal with all of my favorites, even the little green peas that he hates. I'm starting to think that maybe he can read my mind; he just doesn't want to admit it.
I love the picture on the right. It shows just one of the many reasons I love my husband. I took it in an airport, and as you can see he doesn't have a care in the world!