I mean, I'm just going to stop saying the same thing at the end of every week. We're busy. Enough. I'm looking forward to a huge Mexican fiesta with friends tomorrow night. Can't wait to pop a straw in a margarita, or eight.
I said a few weeks back that Fridays were going to be all about gratitude from here on out. And then I forgot. So today I am grateful for my husband, who is the hardest worker I have ever known. Lately busting through some of the longest days, longest weeks with not one complaint. He inspires me to work at what I love, and to do it with integrity. He's the best man I have ever known and I am fiercely proud of him.
What are you grateful for at the end of this week?
And I mean that in the least hippie way possible.