I'm going to be honest here. I can only pack so many of these things. And then it starts to get old.
Farm wives, are you with me? Anyone? Anyone?!
Like, by the time I've packed lunches for my husband from September through mid-November – painstakingly making sure he's got his favorite roast beef sandwich, chips, some kind of fruit, veggie and treat – I'm a little done. And then there were the days this fall when I packed lunch for him, lunch for Jenna and Nathan for school, lunch for me in the truck and lunch for Caroline with me in the truck. And then unpacked them all at the end of the day, wiped up the spilt milk and made sure all the cold packs got back in the freezer, so we could do it all again the next day.
I'm well aware this is a minor thing in the grand scheme of life, but really. I'm glad to be done with it. At least for a little while.
Thanks & Giving Day 18: A Departure