It must have been something really good.
Yesterday I was sick.
I slept all afternoon and did absolutely nothing.
Emily took care of everything while I laid around and slept.
And when Trevor came home from work and I was still sick, he proceeded to take care of everything.
Which meant that he made dinner for the kids and breakfast, lunch and a snack for today.
All I had to do was pass out muffins and put lunch in the oven.
So that today, I could continue to lay around if I wanted.
And considering today was a somewhat difficult day, sickness aside, it was more than appreciated.
And even though, I'm in ratty old jeans, an old sweater, no make-up and hair in a ponytail, he still tells me
I look pretty.
He is a good, good man.
(and he's not going to be very happy after reading this)