He makes me smile. . .
While at work yesterday I received the following text from Chad, who was also at work:
12:50 p.m. “Sigh. . . my right earring hole is closed I think.”
Yes, my husband got his ear pierced days after we got married. We were on our honeymoon and I think it was his way of rebelling. . . you know since we were adults and all. Anyway, I’m quite certain he has not actually worn any earrings since our first year of marriage. . . 9 years ago.
Being the sensitive person I am, I thought it best to respond in a compassionate manner.
12:51 p.m. I’m really sorry to hear that, Chad.
(Okay, I might have been slightly sarcastic in my response.)
Silence. . . and then 24 minutes later. . . another text:
1:15 p.m. Yippie! It’s open!
I could just seeing him sitting in the office digging at his ear. . . so not to lose one of his first acts of independence.
He makes me smile.
I really love that guy. Really, really love him.