Evidentally, my munchkins were born in the wrong family. Josh and I clearly aren’t royalty. However, these are some little comments I have heard in recent days.
Ruby: (in a sweet soft voice as Josh is fluffing her pillows and tucking her in) “Daddy, remember that I want breakfast in my bed in the morning.”
On another occasion, I walked in the kitchen and Molly said, “Hey, Mama, my feet are cold. Could you warm them with your hands?”
And Mack, the little booger, takes a bite of food, then pulls my arm down to provide a soft place for him to lay his head while he eats! I would take a picture of this, but I haven’t figured out how to get the camera and snap the photo without causing the little prince to have to eat holding his own head up.
I could add a few comments about some things that Josh does that could suggest he thinks we live in some sort of royal palace, but we have a marriage retreat this weekend, and I would hate to start things off that way! Ha! I am TOTALLY KIDDING. It is my joy to serve my husband in many diverse ways, and I am sure I could do a lot better at it. (He scheduled me a facial and massage for the weekend, so I better stop right now and go get dinner fixed before I get myself in trouble!) Ta-ta!