Did you know?

I am not a morning person. At. All. But that's not what you should really know. What I really want to tell you is that my husband wakes up before me every morning, takes care of the dog, and gets ready for work. Then, before he leaves for his 25-minute drive, he makes coffee. Not a pot of coffee. He makes espresso with fresh steamed milk. And, because he loves me and knows I am not a morning person, he brings my latte up to our room and puts it on the bedside table next to my sleeping head. A perfect 1 Splenda, non-fat latte. Starbucks has nothing on him!

Thank you, Patrick, for my morning coffee, for knowing I hate mornings and making those mornings just a little easier, and mostly for being you!