I know, I know I haven’t written in a really long time. I have had quite a bit going on and don’t always have the energy to accomplish this at the end of the day. I just wanted to notify you all of two very important things in my life.
The first is this: love your toes. 
I had to go to a foot specialist to get a plantar’s wart removed from my big toe (eww), and it hasn’t been a pleasant experience so far. Will accompanied me to this doctor last Thursday morning because I thought I would have to get a needle stuck in my foot. For that reason my husband came along to hold me hand. But it turns out the doctor barely even touched the toe. He just put a little acid on the wart and it’s supposedly going to magically fall off in a few days. It’s been almost a week and I still have my toe (yay!), I still have my wart, and I have a constant stinging pain in that toe. I know this is nothing in comparison to someone who, let’s say, broke their fifth metatarsal in their left foot, but I am sensitive to pain and, more than that, I really just want this issue to be solved.
Second thing: I love my husband.
Will and I have been married almost a year and a half and I am still dumbfounded by his kind heart. Last Friday I come home from babysitting to an apartment full of candles and flowers. This was following a bad day and a pitiful evening. I wasn’t exactly nice to Will before leaving to babysit but when I got home it was as if I was the greatest person on the planet. He really just amazes me all the time and it makes me smile thinking about his sweet gestures. 
