Dear Brian,
I know that sandbox sand is not your favorite. I know that it is frustrating the way that the sand never stays in the sandbox. And, so, the other day when I asked you to pick up a bag of sand, I knew I was asking you to do something painful. But, you did it anyways.
Last night, our kids discovered the newly filled sandbox and the effect was magical. All three of them huddled in the tiny space for a solid hour making sand sculptures and sketching designs. For an entire hour, no one asked me for a snack. No one fought. I had complete solace and peace for that wonderful enchanted hour. What a beautiful gift. Thank you!
Your Loving Wife (whose belly has its own zipcode).
P.S. Thank you also for all the mornings you've gotten up early to make breakfast for the kids. It fills me with so much joy to sleep in for an extra 15-minutes and then lazily find my oatmeal waiting. You spoil me.
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Belly with it's own zipcode...Hilarious!
That is so sweet. Isn't it funny the things that make us so happy are usually the "smaller" things.
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