When I turned in my time sheet today, I grimaced at the sick leave and realized what a month it’s been. Between my sister’s illness, Hugh being sick, me being sick, major dental work and general life/work hectic-ness, Tasha and I have been managing our lives like zombie-partners.

So when I came home today, at first I didn’t even see amidst the toys and the crayons and the Hugh and the dishes, the beautiful tableau that lay before me.

Oh, what a trip to Costco and the bakery can yield. The card promised me a babysitter and date night, too.

Bye bye February, hello March. And thank you, sweet wife.