Glorious

Work has been stressful lately. It seems everyone in the company would like to be my supervisor... which gets old fast. Last Thursday I had a particularly frustrating day dealing with other departments and miscommunications. I left work about 10 minutes early and headed home. We had friends coming over to dinner and I knew I needed to get cooking. I walked in the door to find a tidy and freshly vacuumed living room. I found myself smiling as my stressful day melted away and I went looking for Owen. In the kitchen I found that he had not only emptied the dishwasher, but gone online to allrecipes.com, read the recipe for the chicken cordon bleu he knew I was planning to make, then gathered the non-perishable ingredients, measuring cup, and pan I would need. I should mention that Thursdays are Owen's longest day. He goes to work at 4 am and works till noon, has a two hour break during which he does homework, then heads back to work till 4pm. I found my cute husband in the laundry room, still busy, with no complaints about his looong day-- just a smile for a grateful wife.

This guy makes me happy.