Walking along a busy city street last night on the way to dinner, weaving through people and wading through construction rubble outside of a store being remodeled, I met this little guy. I walked past him at first, then spun around and ran back to save him from the debris and certain destruction.
My husband? Thought I was NUTS. Especially since we’re out for date night and now I’m carrying this. First sort of like a baby, then, realizing that my husband is now distancing himself from me, I decide to carry him by the foot. Which got heavy in a hurry. My husband said “it’s coming to dinner with us, is it?” Ummm… so we took him back to the car.
Because how could I pass him up?!? He was homeless. And this morning I got to text my husband as he was out and about and ask “Is my new baby still in your trunk?”