Lucky

This week has been busy.

And on top of that, Grace has been foul.

We've had our first traumatic Target experience 

complete with screaming and trying to jump out of shopping carts.

(Grace...although I was VERY tempted to do the same)

We've had meltdowns every ten minutes.

Grace has mastered the tantrum alligator roll.

(which she loves to do mid-stinky diaper change)

We drive home from one of our errands and Grace falls asleep in the car.

 Which she proceeded to wake up screaming 20 minutes later when I gently put her in her crib.

As I left her in her crib to cry, so I can take a breather myself before continuing my day, 

I walked into the kitchen to get some water.

I open the cabinet and see this:

Not even knowing what kind of day I was going to have, Stephen left me this note.

It literally gave me the strength (and courage) to walk back to Grace,

get her up, and go about the rest of my day with a cranky toddler.

It wasn't until hours later, when I started to prepare dinner, that I found this:

Then, I started frantically looking through all my cabinets to find these sweet little nuggets!

In writing these, he probably thought he was fortunate.

But, in reality, I'M the lucky one.