I’m in New York City for a blogger event, and in order to get here, I had to catch a 6 a.m. flight yesterday. I had to be at the airport at 4 a.m., which means that I had to wake up at 2:30 a.m. It was as awful as you might imagine.
I slipped out of bed, walked quietly to the bathroom, shut the door behind me, and turned on the light. Awaiting me was a post-it note from my husband telling me that he loved me and to have a fun trip. When I went into the kitchen, he had written a post-it note with ‘I love you more!’ on it, and when I went to pack my laptop, he had written me another note. (See above photo.)