The winner this week…driving the 20 minutes from my lovely sister’s house to the hunky hubby’s room at the conference. In the dark, at bedtime, with three boys, in the rain, with one headlight out, when unbeknownkst to me our exit only allowed entry to traffic coming from the north. It took me 55 minutes and a good deal of prayer, but at least everyone was asleep when we finally arrived and the hunky hubby was standing on the street corner in the rain waiting to flag us down. So although I felt just about ready to light my head on fire and add hair spray, I felt very much loved.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!