Home from work at 4:00 o’clock after a horrid stressful day. I just about snap OC’s head off when he gives me guidance on parking the car (preferably not in the washing machine with which it shares the patio). I am trying to hurry because he said on the phone it might be nice to walk down to the beach for a swim, but I tell him I haven’t had lunch, am starving, and need a snack.
And suddenly all the speed comes to a screetching halt when he opens the cupboard, grabs a frying pan, and starts building me a toasted cheese with ham sandwich. My bad mood evaporated just at the thought that he’d want to. I said, “I’ll just grab a handful of crackers.” He said, “You’ll sit down and eat.”
Dang. It’s really nice to be loved.