Last night, I plopped down on the couch with my yarn and crochet hook, turned on an old episode of Parenthood, and settled in for the evening. This is what I usually do after Millie goes to bed, since (as I've definitely mentioned before) Tyler works late and I knew he wouldn't be home for a good 4+ hours.
At about 8:45, I heard the garage door open! I stood up to make sure that's what it was, since I often mistake the heater coming on for the garage door. Sure enough, the laundry room door started beeping (sure, it works for him but not for me). Tyler walks in the door with the biggest grin I've seen on his face in a while, then laughs as he sees me standing in the kitchen, my scissors in hand, ready to attack! My heart was beating so fast.
So we pulled our air mattress into the living room and caught up on Suits (after Parenthood was over, of course) and talked about which phone I'm going to get in a few weeks when my contract is up. {Samsung Galaxy SIII or iPhone? Help!}
It was the best Monday night surprise ever. I can't wait until he can come home "early" every night!
| An old phone picture from back when we were engaged |
*Side note: He said to me later, "You know I could have totally dominated you even with those scissors, right?" I guess I'm not as intimidating as I'd hoped.









