He Got The Job!

Earlier this week, I made a post about Jesse going in for a job interview. Well, he got it! He got the job! ...And he brought me home chocolate. Does that make sense? To celebrate his achievement, he gave me a present. My husband is a sweet, crazy man.

When he first arrived home after his interview, he stood at the door with an unreadable face, which made me worry. He only shrugged when I asked him how it went, which made the worry go to panic.  Then, in a completely even voice and with a completely solemn face he said that they told him that he interviewed extremely well and that he starts training Monday morning!

I cried. A lot.