What a man...

Driving home yesterday in the daunting traffic, all the many tasks I had to do kept running through my hair...cook dinner, make lunches, pick clothes for the next day, bath, read a book, and still gather the strength to study for school. Whoooo, that just took my breath away to say all that. But, low and behold, as I walk in the house... wahla...my hubby had done so much for me. Once again he keeps me on my toes and keeps little surprises under his belt. He went grocery shopping, cleaned the house, got our daughter ready for the next day of school as I made lunch and dinner REAL quick. It just helped me to remember that I tend to live in a fantasy world. I admit, I am a HOPELESS ROMANTIC! But as Oprah said, I must learn to appreciate the all the LITTLE things that MY MAN does for me. He is not Denzel, Boris, or the brotha in "Diary of a mad Black Woman"...he is the man that makes me laugh, keeps me on my toes, showers me with gifts of love, and strives to do better in all things. That's my man! And today I am vowing to thank Yahweh for all those little things because we are never guaranteed tomorrow.