Warning: sappy, sentimental post ahead. Time to stop work and start getting ready to go to dinner. We're taking our youngest two and their assorted significant others for dinner. My husband got to bed late again working too hard to take care of us. He's gotten shorted on sleep all week with assorted projects and daughter's orchestra concert last night. I know I'll be mad at him again at some point. And he'll get irritable with me. That's life. But I sure am thankful for what we have. It's pretty special. Read on.
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