Something I Like

I like when my husband misses me. More accurately, I like when he expresses that he misses (or will miss) me.

Case in point: Tonight I had a haircut scheduled almost immediately after work. When D called on his way home, I let him know I had to rush home to grab a bite to eat and run right back out the door to get to the salon on time. I told him I probably wouldn't see him before he left for rehearsal tonight. He said okay and hung up.

As I was running out of the house a bit later, I saw my handsome Vid coming up the sidewalk. We waved to one another, and instead of jumping right in the car (as my hyper type-A, be-on-time personality wanted to do) I paused at the side of my car. My dear husband greeted me with a kiss and the words, "You're leaving already?"

"Yes, I told you that when you called from the train."

"Well, it was hard to hear you from the train. I didn't know."

"Oh... well... I've got to go to be on time... I'm sorry, honey."

"Oh no, it's fine. (Quick kiss and a sad face.) It just means I won't get to see you tonight."

Sweet, sweet boy.