Lost Wallet

My husband is absolutely wonderful. Today I couldn't find my wallet. I told Nathan and he was helping me search but I had this absolutely sick feeling because inside that wallet was a lot of cash I was supposed to put in the bank. I didn't want to have to tell him I lost a couple thousand dollars, so we hunted. Then I finally told him. He was shocked, didn't get mad at me in the slightest and forgave me (instantly or not you'll have to ask him). The girls were taking a nap and finally I just collapsed in the bean bag ready to just cry and told Nathan that as soon as the girls were down for bed that night I was going to go through the entire garbage can (the big, nasty outside one). So a little later Nathan went outside. I thought he was looking through the laundry and the car and strollers one more time. When he came in he said, "well I didn't find it, and it's not in the garbage can". It was almost as good as him saying, "I found your wallet." What a wonderful, absolutely fabulous husband. How many husbands out there would go through a garbage can for their wife? It was a very nasty batch of garbage too (it's 100+ degree weather out there so you can imagine the stench). Nathan said he went through a lot of dirty diapers.

Oh. And I found my wallet after a great many prayers. Emily decided to put it in Nathan's drawer.