Ice

The other night, I did not feel well. I hate warm water to drink. So when Matt brought up the water (no ice) for me to take my medicine with, I naturally smarted off. We have been together nearly seven years and he could not remember that I hated warm water to drink! (even though he waits on me hand and foot) Sweet Pea was laying in our floor drawing and so sweetly looked up and said, "mommy, do you want me to get you some ice?" I, of course, told her no thank you and drank the warm water but I thought it was such a sweet gesture on her part.