My husband’s job can become all encompassing if he lets it. There is always something to be done. Since we have moved to Utah, he has been much better about carving out time for family and not giving his all to work. However, these moments have consequences. For many evenings that he spends with us, he will often have to go back into work to finish things up. Last night, after we had a great evening with just the four of us, we came home about 7:45 to take baths and get ready for bed. Chris ran downstairs to his closet (a hanging rod in the basement storage area of our “cozy” a.k.a. TINY house) to change for work. He came back up in jeans, sandals, and a lightweight sweater.
Harrison: “Daddy? Are those your play clothes?”
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