October 24

While Abby and I were out shopping this afternoon, Adam texted to tell me that if I parked my car in the driveway when we got home, he'd wash it for me.

And he did just that. I watched from our bedroom window as he washed it from bumper to bumper. Even the roof, which I usually clean haphazardly because I'm a wee bit too short to reach all the way across.

A sweet act of simple but much-appreciated (because let me tell you, my poor car was dir-tee) service by my hunny. That's a blessing indeed.