In the last couple of days, I've been able to have some good conversations with my husband. A few of those were clouded with emotions and stress from things we have going on and one of the times, I just burst into tears. He always knows just what to say to make me feel better.
Him: Baby, its okay.
Him: If it helps anything, I heard there were a lot of insurgents killed today. That should cheer you up.
Me: Ha, yeah that's always good news.
Another conversation was us itemizing things that we are in dire need of. The thing at the very top of the list is a new computer charger. They run about $75-$80 and this is the third one we've had to get in a short amount of time, so its getting frustrating.
Him: Just go into the Apple store, locate the nerdiest guy in there and you know, do your thing.
Me: My thing?
Him: Yeah, your thing. You got a free charger last year by doing it.
Me: Oh you mean, my flirty, cleavage thing?
Him: Yeah! Go for it.
Me: Your mom will probably be with me. That's kind of weird isn't it?
Him: On second thought, find the chubbiest guy in there and maybe wiggle your butt.
Me: Okay. I'll try my best.
Him: That's my girl!
Geeze I love that man. Even with the awful pixelized quality of Skype, I just live for those moments when I get to see and hear him at the same time.