Just in case my memory fails me someday, I thought I would share this photo and the little bit of history it records.
While Garry labored through another 20-hour day at work, I bought an oven. I took this photo as JT, my 70-year-0ld sales associate, overwhelmed me with his cologne, rattled off the military careers of his 17 grandchildren, and s-l-o-w-l-y typed my address into the computer. Zach and Tyler were in time-out for crashing into a refrigerator display, Lexi was running laps around the washing machine aisle in bare feet, and Gavin was strapped into the stroller and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The new oven will arrive on Monday.