Last night I was preparing for company arriving this morning. I prepared breakfast in advance, quickly cleaned the house, and then headed to bed. Seth was working late, in his man cave (or our coat closet), and came in to say good-night. As he peaked his head in the room he declared, "I love what a great hostess you are, and how much you care."
Seth Owen, you melt my heart. Thank you for noticing, and appreciating, the things I do. It means more than you know.
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