The long story short. A few hours later, as the chaos was about to swallow me up. The doorbell rang. As I rushed to the door with a crying baby on one hip, Ella telling me the injustices of the world on my other side, Reese and Riley racing each other to open the door (of course one of them fell and got hurt), and Tate talking nonstop about what she did at school. I opened the door to this old man with a big mass of something covered in bags. It turns out my dear husband had sent me flowers. What a guy. Suddenly my day became fabulous. I am one lucky woman.
Here are my beautiful flowers.




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