So I had a whole different post written, but as I was finishing it, hubby heard the ice cream man coming down the street and got SO EXCITED. He ran outside as fast as he could (so he wouldn’t miss the truck, of course) and bought us both soft serve cones. With sprinkles. Chocolate sprinkles.
So, I ditched the other post for the moment because I just needed to tell you that I’ve married the cutest. boy. EVER. Really. He’s so f’ing sweet I can hardly stand it. This man was born to be a father.