There's nothing sadder

It really is the saddest thing in the world when my husband is sick. He isn't the typical big baby that most men are when they get ill. He sucks it up and goes forward and that I think that is one reason it is sad to hear him sniffling in the background. He just spent 1.5 hours chasing around 16 12-year-olds and a 7-year-old at the soccer fields. He'll get up around 5 a.m. and go to work only to return to chase around about a dozen 7- and 8-year-olds at baseball tomorrow night, too.

Dude's my hero.

I'll feel a little guilty Thursday when we set sail into the Gulf of Mexico for the tropical breezes and 85-degree temps. But, the guilt will slowly subside, I'm sure.