So, needless to say, I was rather frazzled and on the verge of tears by the time my sweet husband came home.
And you know what my sweet hubby did?
He grabbed my wedding rings from the counter, got down on one knee and told me he loved me and asked if I would marry him again.
And then none of the mess, getting peed on, the constant crying OR the fire in my oven mattered. Oh yea, in the middle of all that, I was in heaven, thanks to my sweet hubby. He always knows just how to cheer me up and cheer me on. I'm so lucky to have him; my wonderful, sweet and thoughtful, Bill.