Livin the dream...

Six years ago today, I met the love of my life at a little retreat in Branson, MO. I blogged previously about it here.

We had talked last night about spending some quality time together tonight. But, life doesn't always work that way, does it? We should know by now.

I had to run errands and drag Jackson all over town(s) today. We also visited my grandmother, who has been in the hospital again for a week. Tyler left work earlier than usual, but got stuck in terrible traffic, turning his 45 minute commute into two hours. On his way home, he called to ask if I would take his brother some medicine because he has had the stomach flu (and Tyler's stuck in said traffic). So I load Jackson up for the millionth time today and drove across town at rush hour with crackers, soup, and gatorade. Tyler finally makes it back to town and stops to pick up Chick-Fil-A while I am still driving home. We gobble dinner down and get Jackson into the bathtub. I hear some grunting going on in the bathtub and look over and yep, you guessed it... poop in the tub. And when I say "poop", I mean diarrhea poop - everywhere! We hose Jackson down in OUR shower and head back to the front bathroom to clean the tub out. Halfway through spraying poop out of the bathtub and trying not to gag in the process, I look over at my handsome husband, who is wrangling a wriggling toddler into his jammies, and he just smiles at me and says, "I love our life." Seriously, not sarcastically.

I'm so glad I'm on this adventure with you, Tyler. I love our life, too.