Today my husband made me breakfast. Not in bed, mind you, but breakfast just the same, thoughtfully planned out and prepared just for me. He wanted to serve it to me in bed but I ruined the surprise by popping out of the bedroom just before it was ready to be eaten. Our morning was filled with the usual happenings of daily life – we ate, we watched a little TV, we stopped the kids from fighting one, two, heck, countless times, and we enjoyed the hours until he left for work. For my gift, I was expecting something handmade. … Continue reading →