Be still my beating heart

Monday we woke up to a big, soaking thunderstorm just in time to get ready for school and walk to the bus stop. Of course, it also had to be trash day. As I struggled to man-handle the big trash can on wheels, I heard Reed struggling to pick up the recycling box while trying to hold his umbrella at the same time. I called back to him not to worry about it, that I'd get it after they got on the bus. When I turned around to see if they were following me to the bus stop, I just about cried and couldn't get my camera out fast enough. Chivalry isn't dead...yet! What sweet boys!