I am thankful for my husband all the time, but tonight I am especially thankful for him because he is off at The Haunt at Great America and I am not. He is dealing with haunted houses and thrill rides in the dark. I am dealing with reading books about chickens with rubber band legs and a cow that goes to the planet Zork. I think I got the better deal.
Thank you, dear husband, for taking the large child and making her evening a wonderful one. And mine too.
Living Well 