Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Sometimes Husbands Don't Do the Smart Thing

But that was not my husband last nite.

For some reason (life, diabetes, life, my mind, diabetes, cake, heat, shopping ...), I fell into a bit of a personal funk on Sunday. I went shopping to buy clothes that fit, but when I found clothes that fit, I did not want to buy them.

So I went into one of those moods ... you know, it goes like this:
Husband: What's wrong?
Wife: Nothing.
Husband: Are you sure?
Wife: Yes. (meanwhile tears are streaming down the face behind the sunglasses)

When I finally let loose, the hubs said everything right. And I fell in love again.

Yesterday, when I got home from work, he left me this on the bathroom sink:
Inside, he wrote a sweet note that made me tear up. And I hobbled back downstairs (having just returned from boot camp with sore knees) and cried some more. Sometimes they don't always say or do the right thing. But tonite, my hubs did. And it reminded me why I fell in love in the first place and that he is more than just a handsome face.

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