I got a phone call just before 7am. My first thought:
Who the f$@%* calls before 7am.
I look at the phone and it's James. Second immediate thought:
Oh s&#*&%! What could have happened to James/Matthew/Sky/June.
I answer the phone and it's my dear husband to let me know that the sunset was gorgeous and I should go check it out.
Relieved that he wasn't involved in a giant dog/stroller/dog/human/dog catastrophe, I headed out and saw this gorgeousness over the lake.
Not only is my husband awesome enough to take the stroller and two ridiculous dogs each morning he then calls to share things like this. I am definitely a lucky gal!
P.S. Sorry mom about the profanity in my head. You definitely didn't raise me that way but sometimes it happens before my coffee :-)