We’re on week two of husband-and-wife-dynamic-duo at the flower shop, and while things are still going better than I ever expected, I’m definitely feeling the wear and tear today. I made a little pit stop at the drugstore on the way home for “essentials”: wine, my favorite dark chocolate, epsom salt for a long muscle-relaxing soak in the tub, “stress relief” lotion because I’m a sucker for anything lavender-scented, and some light reading material for cuddling up on the couch in my PJs with my two favorite boys.
When I dragged my sorry behind through the front door around 7:00pm, I was greeted by a tidied house, a burning candle, and my sweet, sweet husband unloading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen. When he started pulling things out of the fridge to make dinner, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. That guy. {thank you, lovey}.
As exhausting as the past couple of weeks have been, they’ve also been pretty amazing. Like all the hard work and blood, sweat, and tears we’ve poured into our business are really starting to mean something. And I’m feeling pretty blessed and grateful.
What do you think?