We leave tomorrow morning for Puerto Vallarta for a week, over the Thanksgiving holiday, of sunshine . All of us have had nasty colds, so I am saying we are going to bake the illness out of us...medicinal purposes ;0) Do you think we could get our health insurance to cover it?
Naturally, with travel plans comes laundry. As the three of us were folding the last load of whites. Yes all 3 of us, Devi is responsible for piling up the clean socks for sorting...the adults handle the rest. Anyway, while we were quietly finishing our chores Pat said, "I'm a master at tights...I used to be intimidated, but now I am a MASTER!" The timing was perfect. I burst into the biggest bout of belly laughter I've had in a long time. You see, I leave early for work, long before anyone else is up. I lay Devi's clothes out for her the night before and Pat dresses her and gets her ready for her day at daycare in the morning. I've never given it a second thought that Pat, a man, has never dealt with tights or nylons before in is life, let alone hair baubles or bows. I just couldn't get the picture of him struggling to put on her tights out of my mind. Sweet man never mentioned it once in over a year that he had no idea how to put them on.
This Thanksgiving...I give special thanks to daddy's who tackle ALL of life's dilemmas for their families. Good job daddy's.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. See you in a week!!
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