You have spent most of the night up with a toddler who has a high fever. You spend most of the next day at the doctor discovering that the little guy has strep, and then running back and forth to the pharmacy to pick up his prescription.
Your hubby comes home and you send him back out to the store to pick up things like an extra medicine dispenser, apple juice and chicken noodle soup.
While at the store, he sends you a text that reads "cheesecake?"
And not only does he bring home cheesecake, he brings home the little sample cake that has four different types.
We were so tired we didn't even dive into it last night. But this morning, I opened the fridge to look for my breakfast - and there it was. I had cheesecake for breakfast.
I couldn't resist.
It was divine. It's the simple little things that make my day. :)