Last week, after babysitting all day, running a few dozen errands, making endless phone calls, breaking up ridiculous arguments, weeding through five school folders, overseeing 4 sheets of math homework and 20 vobabulary words, driving Kaysha back and forth to the store and her job and carting the boys around for a two hour karate class, I came home to find the most wonderful thing just sitting on my dining room table.
If this was a dream...I sure as heck did not want to be woke up from it...
It wasn't a dream.
Yeppers...my man made his first ever cherry pie and he made it for me.
Gotta love a man that can bake.
Gotta love a man who, this morning, said he'd make another because this morning, after the kids left for school and in that very quick 30 minutes I have before Adri shows up, I scarffed the last of that cherry pie.
There is nothing like starting the week with a chilly piece of cherry pie and a super hot cup of hazelnut coffee.
And..it wasn't a dream. :0)
Have a sweet day everyone!