Socks

Yesterday was a bad day. It was just really bad. Bad things happened. It all turned out okay in the end, but you know just one of those days. Early in the morning I was out with the kids and Mae was throwing a fit. On the car ride home she was crying and I was crying. Poor Max was stuck in the car with two crying women. He more then rose to the occasion, knowing Mae's love of socks and shoes he took off his boots and handed her his socks in hopes that it would cheer her up. It didn't do too much for her in her anger, but it sure made me appreciate how special my little guy is and how blessed I am to have him.