There are a plethora of reasons that I love my terrific husband… but today proved to add to that list.

Andy’s baseball glove has been missing for nearly a week. (That’s like a year in little boy world.) I’ve looked under the bed, emptied the toy box, looked in every inch of the yard, scoured the garage, checked all over the basement. I lamented to my husband just last night that I had no idea where it could be and was just sick that Andy was so sad about it.

Right before he left for work today, Nate nonchalantly walked into our room and said, “Andy’s mitt was in his bat-bag.”

He’s the best!

Honey, you rock!

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