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?
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: