Indulge me in a bit of a story....
As I posted yesterday, Microsoft bought my company. After the shock -- and champagne -- wore off, I was feeling really lost last night. I'm only 30 and have worked at Danger for 8 years, so you can believe how intertwined my identity is with my job.
Peter had hockey games all evening. I admit to indulging in a bit of self-pity about him not being home on this night when I was feeling depressed.
I woke up early this morning to come in to a meeting and kissed Peter goodbye. "I made you a cheer-up snowman," he sleepy-mumbled. "I know!", I said, "I saw your drawing on the fridge whiteboard!"
And then I went outside.
He had filled up the pickup truck bed with snow from the hockey rink and literally made me a snowman in the middle of the night.