Yesterday morning, it was his razor. This morning, it was his undershirts. He didn’t complain. He simply said, “Have you seen my razor?” and “Do I have any clean undershirts?” After I replied each morning, he left for work with a grizzly face and a t-shirt.

Patrick found his razor under the dining room table. Finnian had been playing with it. I will be washing his clothes today. Any other laundry items will have to wait.

Thank you, God, for blessing me with such a patient and understanding husband.