Monday. It's cold, it's snowing, everyone's grumpy and wishing it were Good Friday already. Skip over the details of the workday (more of the same). Go home at the end of the day. Open the door.
Smell of fresh-baked cookies. Fire in the fireplace. A freshly-brewed mug of tea is ready and dinner's on the stove.
This is one of the MANY reasons I love my husband.
