and I believe everything he tells me . . . . . . . . .
Sid and I awoke about the same time yesterday morning. He was laying on his stomach with his head facing away from me.
“I’m not even looking at you, and I can tell you are beautiful. And if I turn my eyes on you, I just may pass out.”
I quietly contemplate this, considering the two very different ways I could interpret that last part.
I chose to trust what I knew to be his heart.
“How do you feel? Do you feel like the main focus of love in this house?”
Hmmmmmm. . . . . . .I decided it was in my best interest to reply simply and gently, “no.”
“I’ll work on that,” he promises.
Shame on me, but that is not the kind of work I want to encourage my husband to rest from.
2 thoughts on “Yeah, I’m a sucker”
Wow, where is he getting these lines from? I’m taking notes.
I used one of his lines the other day on Laura. She made soup, and I said something like, “I love this soup, but I love the hands that made it even better.”
Way to go, Sid!
Oh, you haven’t even heard his best ones. They are like totally original —- “Mama, this roast is so good, it slaps the monkey.” Or “Mama, this chicken is monkey-slapping good.” I think it takes a certain kind of woman to appreciate these types of compliments, though. You may want to borrow sparingly until you know whether they will earn points with Laura.