When I was pregnant with the twins, I was super-emotional all the time. The littlest things would set me off. I remember going to Taco Bell with Doug one evening and one of the items I had ordered came out wrong. Instead of being rational about it, I started crying right there in the restaurant (can you even call it a restaurant? Maybe just eating area. Huh). Like, not a dainty, quiet cry, but a full-blown sob-fest (I know, right?). I cried and cried and Doug comforted me, told me it was going to be okay and that it wasn't a big deal to get it fixed and took my taco up to the cashier and asked them to make me another one how I'd originally ordered it. He handled it really well and was really sweet about the whole thing and didn't treat me like the crazy woman I was being. He didn't even laugh at me (well, he likes to bring it up every now and then how I was crazy at the Taco Bell that one time). Anyway, he was just a sweetheart about it and I was really grateful for him that day!
So cute. Thanks to Amy and Doug for sharing their bliss!
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