Last weekend, as John was sending me off to Utah, he assured me that everything would be taken care of while I was away. Since the trip was a last minute surprise, I didn't have time to think of much else other than making sure I had my own bag packed, and that I was at least able to get a shower in for the day.
Despite his guarantees, I couldn't help but wonder how he would fare Sunday morning, having to get both kids ready for church on his own. When he told me that evening that he had actually curled Ruby's hair, I was in shock. Now throwing a headband in her recently washed, wet hair, or using a clip or two to pull her bangs back and out of her eyes, is one thing; but to hear that he actually picked up a curling iron (for the first time in his life), and in fact, put it to use, far surpassed my expectations. I was disappointed that he didn't at least take a picture of it.
Well, lucky for me, he repeated the whole process the next morning; and before taking the kids to our friend's house to be watched for the day, he took a few pictures. When I opened the files on my phone, I couldn't help but smile, smile and laugh, and feel grateful all over again again