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.
Awww! Husbands are the best! Mine does that, it's the little things that get us! Who needs "Captain Wentworth" when we have hardworking husbands who bring us tea!
Posted by: Jules | January 18, 2008 at 05:15 AM
How sweet! The ice cream sandwich thought made me chuckle.
Posted by: julie | January 18, 2008 at 09:07 AM
awww. that is sweet. so sweet.
Posted by: amandajean | January 18, 2008 at 07:06 PM
What a good one he is!
Posted by: carrie | January 19, 2008 at 02:30 PM