All it took was Paul walking in the door, asking if I was crying, me saying yes, starting to cry again, and Paul laughing and holding me close while I continue to cry over.. well, crying. Thankfully Paul laughing at me made me realize how silly it was and I started to laugh too- in between my tears. I just love whacked out hormones that you can’t control. :)
My day did get better by the way! Paul made a delicious lunch. We watched Bones while (finally) taking down our Christmas decorations, and did some laundry. Pretty relaxing day after all! Thank you Jesus!