This summer we had a terrible scare. J ingested a wheat pancake and he and I raced to my Mom's house which is near a hospital waiting for an anaphylactic response. Thankfully it never came and we were able to go home, but what a terrifying brush with death. What made it worse is that it was Steve's and my fault. We had pancakes the night before and accidentally placed the wheat filled and wheat free pancakes next to one another and he could not tell them apart in the morning and grabbed the wrong one. We vowed never to be so careless again.
Well, I worked the night shift last night so Steve made dinner and this is what I found when I opened the fridge this morning.
It melted my heart because our kids have a great Dad. It's the little things, ya know?
Well, I worked the night shift last night so Steve made dinner and this is what I found when I opened the fridge this morning.
It melted my heart because our kids have a great Dad. It's the little things, ya know?
Comments
Post a Comment