So This Is What A Warm Fuzzy Feels Like

For reasons that I shall not get into now, Adam has to take his truck out for a drive every night before we go to bed.  Hmm, back up.  That kind of sounds like my husband has some shady late-night habits.  I shall elaborate enough to say my husband's truck is the bane of my existence and if he doesn't take it for a spin at night, it doesn't start the next morning.  But that's all I'll say about it (because just thinking about it gets me all agitated.  And itchy.).

So anyway, when Adam took his truck out last night, I grabbed a dry erase marker and wrote him a little message on our back door window.  I had forgotten all about it until this morning, when I started down the stairs, the sun was shining onto the wall to display this

And it made me smile.

It was a freezing, tiring, crazy Tuesday that felt like a Monday...

But that little surprise shadow kept a smile on my lips and a curl on my toes all day long.

{Isn't love awesome?}