Tonight Shar & I drove up to Salt Lake to throw Chelsea a baby *boy* shower!
As I left Jeff called out "Have fun at your girls' night out"

and I did.

We talked and laughed, ate good food, played silly games, and caught up with our relatives who we seldom see but LOVE oh so much. We smiled and cooed at beautiful, sweet little Aydrien, were given great advice, and just enjoyed each other.

It was fabulous.

When I got home, exhausted, but happy, Jeff met me with a huge hug and asked how my night was. I told him all the fun, exciting details then asked how his night turned out.

He told me about how great the boys were and that they had lots of fun (doing things they don't get to do with mommy).
Then he told me how much he had to get done on his lesson, his paper, and ALL of his other homework.
But did that happen? Nope.
Because while I was out partying and having a blast, my sweet husband was stuck with our busted water heater, tracking down leaks (which required emptying our storage), seeing how far they went and figuring out how to fix it.
Not once, in his explaining of the evening, did I hear a single complaint about the injustice of my 'fun' night versus his difficult and busy one.

Thanks, babe. You are amazing. And I totally owe you one.