Ice cream, immediately after lunch, when we didn't necessarily need more food. But I wanted to share my love and excitement for this business with Brian. It's the little things.
The views of the mountains on our way to Breckenridge were unbelievable. An iPhone won't ever capture the true beauty, but it gives us the memory. It's the little things.
Hospital stays are crappy. Being sick without an answer is scary. But having your favorite person by your side, and a shared favorite game to enjoy...that helps. It's the little things.
A post-hospital/pre-airport meal feels bittersweet. We ordered almost exactly what we had during our first visit at this favorite Denver establishment. But this time, we sat outside and enjoyed the 80* weather and talked about how grateful we were to be eating something other than hospital food. It's the little things.
We said our goodbyes, and spent a few hours in silence as Brian flew back to Wisconsin. But then we had our goodnight call. We planned a dream date. We "kissed" goodnight. We sent post-call zany photos to say our final good night thought. Just like we do, every. single. night. It's the little things.
This weekend had a few ups and downs, but at the end of the day, all the little things were just right.