Last night I was in my little crafty space sewing away. My thoughts were fixed on what I was doing (I was actually trying to figure out how to get around some dreaded hand sewing). In the distance I heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs. Since the children were in bed, I figured it was just Carl coming down to poke his head in to ask if I was the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich (which I may or may not have). He leaned over my shoulder, and put something on the table. I didn't look up from my needle and thread and just said, "hey." With a bit of a smirk he reiterated my "hey" and walked off. I began to wonder what that was all about. Glancing up, I saw this:
He made me tea. He made me happy...with such a sweet, simple gesture. Thank you Curl, thank you.