It took a toll on both of us.
Though I always love my husband... I ADORE his caring heart.
He sent me a text this morning saying that he couldn't stop thinking about that family... About that baby boy who says he is no longer happy... How he had been racking his brain all morning trying to think of some way to help them... And just explained to me how much he loved me and the boys.
I decided then, that we needed some time together.
My mom took the boys from me after she got off of work today and I met Lance for an early dinner at Joe T Garcia's.
On the patio.
With a margarita.
Of course we love our boys more than life itself, but a little time dedicated to our marriage sure was nice!
And since we played the lottery for the first time, we spent the majority of our dinner spending our phantom millions in conversation.
Lance gave 100 million off the top to charities... A few dream cars... And he bought me a studio and instructor so that I could learn photography.
I gave a million dollars to each of our siblings and parents... College funds for our nieces and nephews... And built my dream home. (which is rather simple... But roomy and functional) I threw out a hundred random acts of kindness ideas that I would try and do every day.
Lance kept explaining to me that I was on the wrong scale, but apparently my brain doesn't go up to $600 million...
And since the whole conversation was in 'what ifs'... I told him to leave me alone.
[Even in my hypothetical millions, I tend to be a little frugal!]
We had a great time together tonight, and were both very thankful to my mom for keeping the boys those few hours.
We have family pictures tomorrow and I am so excited to see how they turn out!
oh... and we didn't win the lottery.
Not even a dollar.