Nearing dinner time, my husband walked into the bedroom and discovered me wrapped in a blanket, with a book in my hands. He prudently announced that he would make dinner.
Out in the kitchen, our eight-year-old asked him, “What’s for dinner?”
He said, “Sausage.”
“How do you know? Did mom tell you?” Read the rest of this entry
The realization occurred to me suddenly that my husband will soon be turning 38. “My gosh! You’re almost 40?!” I exclaimed, very charitably.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s two years away. . . Read the rest of this entry
Last night at 11:30, P. had to pick up a family from the airport 45 minutes away and deliver them to their house. He didn’t get home until 12:45. When I heard the garage door open, I woke up and scooted to his side of the bed to warm it up for him. When he got in, he sighed happily and said, “I missed you.” I said, “I missed you, too.” Then he said, “I was talking to my pillow.”
This morning, Read the rest of this entry