I just came downstairs from cleaning. It is about 7 pm. My spouse says to me "Do you want me to go get chicken for dinner. It's Friday. Isn't Friday my day to cook?"
I actually giggled and say, "Yes. Yes it is."
Huzzah! I did not mention to him that it has been well over 6 months that he has "forgotten" . But I share it here, as I know others will stand with me in utter amazement, wondering what the heck just happened.
I smile. I cheer.
I said, "Thanks. After all the stuff I had to do today, it means a lot."
Liz