Today is National Unicorn Day. Surprisingly, I was unaware of the date's significance when I first got out of bed; Brady let me know that it was Chub (pronounced Choob)'s special day as I was leaving for the Mother Ship.
I didn't reply to the mini-stream of electronic notes that peppered my inbox, but as I made my way from Starbucks to the kids' doctors' office (for Isaac's immunization records so Adam could finish his summer camp registration) to Walmart to Target to Costco (for eggs, because let me tell you, they have the very best deal on eggs right now!), I decided I would go ahead and get that Frosty. And not because Brady nagged me, but because I felt like doing something nice for my people.
So I swung through the drive-thru, got three Frostys and a Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke, and headed home. (As a total aside, I had a big Thank You Jesus moment when, as I turned at a light, my Diet Coke popped out of the drink carrier and did a complete head-over-tail 360. I caught it right-side up between my knee and the center console and somehow, miraculously, only four drops of soda escaped the cup. I was amazed. And grateful that a) I would still get to enjoy my soda and b) I would not have to scrub sticky cherry syrup from my car's interior.)
Anyway, when I got home, the boys (and Chub, I suppose) gratefully accepted their treats, and I requested a Cute Picture in return. And so here it is: my cute picture of my brositos on National Unicorn Day. I am grateful to have the ability to give them fun treats now and again, and I'm grateful for their willingness to humor me with pictures. And I'm most grateful for the gift of being their mom.
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