My husband is a hard worker. He's going to grad school, juggling work and an internship and has been gone from 6am to 8pm and sometimes 10:30pm every night this week. If there's anyone who should be wanting a break it should be him, not me. But I'm the one begging him to take a break. Ever since we've been married he's always worked Saturdays. EVERY Saturday. This just seems like a crime to me but obviously he works for Ev and me. So how selfish is it for me to sob about never taking a vaca and crossing things off on our "places to go" list. We'll get out of this student life someday. Until then I need to grow a stronger backbone.
Moral of the story: Life is always good. Thank God for all your blessings. And cry every now and then too :)
Oh yeah, and as the cherry on top, my phone cracked on the pavement yesterday. I'm thinking about just dropping the smartphone gig so I'm not constantly tied to the internet, but I don't think I could live without my camera.
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In much better news, the giveaway winner has been announced!