We've been married for over 6 years, but I'm always amazed at the times and places when I get that awesome feeling in the pit of my stomach that reminds me how much I love the Hubby. Last night it was the crazy and a bit over whelming-ness that is this particular munch. It's huge. I can be a bit shy, so can Hubby. But even at this huge, intimidating munch, we did our own thing. I friggen LOVE that, and I love even more that it was his idea that we work this way. We each find people to hang out with and people who interest us to talk to and we're okay not hanging on each other every second at an event we go to together. So there we were, at opposite ends of this munch, and I get an e-mail about doing needles next week (YAY!) and I want to clear that he'll be home with the kids. But he's WAY over there. So I text him. Then secretly watch him till he gets it. I watch him read the simple, "May I do needles next Tuesday?" and watch him smile and share it with the people he's sitting with. I move back to my conversation about a group that does rope work like Flash Mob's work in NY...interesting stuff and I want to hear more. My phone beeps and I quickly check his response. "Sure!" I look up at him and catch his eye. Smile and do a goofy wave...he smiles and goofy waves back. That's love baby.
Later we've all settled at The Cheesecake Factory. We've found seats with separate people and are having separate conversation, but I'm trying to e-mail and my phone is totally winning the war for dominance. I hustle over to him and ask for tech support. The gentleman sitting next to him introduces himself to me and says this is his first time at this munch. I say it's my second, and he's surprised, because I seem so at ease with these people...I explain the man I just threw my phone at in frustration is actually my husband. We all chat for a few minutes and with my phone now under my semi-control, I head back to my chair. A little while later I get my own message from the Hubby. "Okay if I go rope on Monday?"
I turn toward him, even though his back at the other table is all I can see. It makes me smile anyway. I love that man. I love this life. I love doing this life, with that man...
Of course he can go rope on Monday.
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