Thursday Morning Check-in
I know, it's not Monday but had to post this: so I'm brushing my teeth at the sink in the bathroom, feeling rushed to get out the door to work. Feeling exhausted already because Jim and I were wide awake at 3am, and talking about the problems we continue to face with our son, trying to figure it out, find some answers...tired, tired, tired. Jim comes into the bathroom to say goodbye on his way out the door to work - I'm brushing my teeth and he looks at me for a moment and then says, "You have a beautiful body." Huh??? I managed to stammer a thank you and then asked, "What's beautiful about it?" I feel like I look like the blob that swallowed the Good Year Blimp. He says, "Your tush. You have a beautiful tush." (That's a clue to the kind of man I'm married to - he says 'tush' instead of 'a_ _ '.) Now I'm blushing. And spitting. I say, "I've worked really hard on my tu****'s the hardest work I've ever done." He says, "I know. It shows. I'm so proud of you. You're beautiful." And I say, "Ya know, I could have sex with you right here, right now on the floor." We laugh, we kiss goodbye, we linger a moment in our ritual hug, and then he's gone and I'm two steps behind him, doing the every-day-gotta-get-to-work-to-pay-the-bills routine. And suddenly I'm thinking ever so slightly more clearly about Devin. We'll get through this. We always have - so far. Peace to you all today. Give yourselves a pat on the - well, the tush - for what you've accomplished. Be well, my friends. Reenie
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