So this struck me as pretty funny: Saul and I were talking last night and I mentioned this blog. I started to explain something I’d written when he got this sheepish-yet-defiant look on his face.
“What?” I said.
“Yeah, I’ve been reading them.” He kind of mumbled.
Now this is funny, because for the past 4 years, the only way I could get that guy to read anything I’ve written is to READ IT TO HIM. Literally. At the breakfast table. While he’s eating Cheerios and has no way to escape.
So can you see how this idea of him actually going to a computer, typing in my web address, and then reading what I’ve written is kind of wild?
He went on to explain that he needed a way to get into my head. When he asks me how I’m doing, I tell him I’m fine. Because I am. I’m busy with kids and house stuff and text messages and truly I am fine. But what he wants to know is how I am doing early in the morning or very late at night when it’s really quiet and I’m all alone, sitting at my computer.
And so he’s been checking up on me. Online.
Isn’t there something totally sweet and romantic about that? Gosh I love that guy!
Now if you’ll excuse me for a minute, there are a few things I have to say to my husband:
Salty, I’m fine. Really, I am. You are a great husband. You have totally stepped up your already awesome game. There isn’t a single thing more I need from you. I have you and I have God and I know that you both love me so much and will do anything in your collective power to help me get better. So breast cancer or not, how lucky am I?
