Two Stories About David

I love my husband.

1. When I found out I had to get a root canal, I called Vid from the dentist's office to cry a little bit. Later that day, he went out and bought me these:

He also bought me a bottle of my favorite Merlot. When I asked him why, he said, "Well, you were sad, and it's not like I could go out and buy you something sweet to eat."

2. Abigail has a sweet stuffed lamb our friend Em bought her for her baptism. I decided to name him Jeremiah. I don't know why. I guess I liked the name. A little while later while I was picking up her toys, I realized Abigail had not just one, but three lambs.

When I told my David I named the middle one Jeremiah, he told me we should name the other two. Can you guess what he decided? From left to right: Isaiah, Jeremiah... and LAMBentations.

Mornings

Yesterday D woke me up with the words, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life."

Groggily I wondered if he meant sleeping in, watching soap operas, and eating bonbons. I did, after all, start my maternity leave yesterday (despite the fact that Baby Girl seems quite content to remain in utero). But I didn't say anything. Just smiled and kissed him good bye as he left for work. And then I rolled over and went back to sleep for fifteen minutes.

Today he woke me with a kiss and the words, "Happy Anniversary." I had forgotten. It's two years today.

Jai Guru Deva Om

Yesterday I was listening to the I Am Sam soundtrack. I love that movie, and I love that soundtrack. If you don’t know it, you should go get it. It’s all Beatles covers, done by interesting artists. I can’t decide if Eddie Vedder’s “You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away”, Ben Folds, “Golden Slumbers,” or Sarah McLachlan's, “Blackbird” is my favorite. I could list others, too.

Anyway. I was on my way home from teaching my last session in West Chicago. (I’ve been working at an after school program for the last two and a half months with a group of teenage girls, and yesterday was our goodbye party.) It was nice. But Thursday in general was sort of gross and chilly and rainy. Until about 6:00. Suddenly the sun started to peek through the clouds. So the light was lovely – that mixture of dark blue puffy rain clouds and spots of white light. I was driving through the north side of down, coming down a hill by the train station. I was stopped by a red light as the commuter train was letting people off. I Am Sam was on, and “Across the Universe” started playing. Just as the lyrics, “Nothing’s gonna change my world,” started playing, I saw off to my right, an elderly couple.

They had their backs to me, but I’d say were close to being in their 80s. She was small and stooped and gray. I watched her latch the white picket fence – they were just starting their walk. He had rounded shoulders and was wearing a wrinkly fisherman’s cap. His hands clasped the bars of a walker. The song played on, “Nothing’s gonna change my world… Nothing’s gonna change my world…” As I watched, she slipped her arm through his and leaned towards him a bit as they began shuffling down the hill.

And then the light changed. I had to turn, and the moment was over.

Our two year anniversary is on Tuesday.

It’s a sweet thing to come home to my husband and realize how much I look forward to growing old with him.

Angelic Choruses

I think that's what I heard on Tuesday night when Vid walked through the door with two boxes of CDs, a stack of posters, and a box of T-shirts. Yes folks, the CD is DONE.

Hallelujah.

Here it is in all its glory:

Personally, I think my husband looks pretty stinking hot.

www.davidyeagerband.com

Go buy a CD. You can download the songs or get an actual copy. You can get a T-shirt, or a sticker, or a poster. And after all, like my super amazing husband says, "From the Beatles to U2, nothing says, "we're a band" like four guys standing around looking cool."

Besides being handsome, I think he's hilarious, too.

We

Neither one of us is good at being sick. And man, are we exciting tonight.

I'm sitting here with my Fred Flintstone feet propped in front of me, trying to slow the swelling that begins the instant I get out of bed in the morning. My belly feels huge, my back aches, and no, to those of you who posted on Facebook, I am not packed yet. Trust me, it's stressing me out. My friend Ann is coming over tomorrow night to help me figure out what "tools" I need for after L&D, and to help me pack the hospital bag.

D has had a cold for the past week or so, which means he walks around moaning about a stuffy head and sore throat. He's alternately starving or not eating. He pops Sudafed and Tylenol and groans at night before he goes to sleep. Once he starts sneezing, he sneezes no less than 5 times in a row. I think we may have hit a 9 or 10 sneeze stretch the other night. Right now he's sacked out on the couch next to me, snoring. The last thing he said to me before he closed his eyes was, "My ears are clogged. I wonder if I have small ear canals?"

Yeah, it made me laugh, too.

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.