grace

at this point in pregnancy (36 weeks this coming sunday) and deep midwinter, there are days when i simply need the 'grace' card. it gets to 6pm and i have no dinner plans. i dither back and forth on what to make but i can't summon the strength to actually do anything.

on those days, one such was last night, ethan will lovingly suggest we order a pizza. he'll let me pick the flavor and be sure to request that none of the garlic seasoning is used (it seems mr. z, like naomi before him, does not appreciate garlic while in the womb).

and then to top off his sweetness, he offered to pick me up a coke. we're not really big soda drinkers, especially ethan, but there a days when only a coke will do. do you ever feel that way?

i'm so very thankful for an understanding husband, hawaiian pizza, grace, and coca cola.