Even as I’m anticipating the arrival of the third and enjoying its every wiggle (yes, even the 1 am to 2 am session last night where my bladder was used as a highly effective trampoline-that was fun. [sorry if thats TMI]), I’m soaking up these moments together.
Where our biggest responsibility is hollering, ‘Gladys. What are you doing?’ when we hear a scuffling in the bushes.
Where Wes pulls out the guitar to learn some new songs for a wedding and asks me to sing lead for him. So I sing the melody 100 times. And then he goes for it and makes up his own tune. And finally I holler ‘no, no. no.’ And sing the two words that he’s making up at the top of my voice to the neighbors. And the words ‘in our’ turn into me hollering ‘ N R! N R! N R!’ And Wes shakes with laughter and tells be to be quiet and go back to my book.
So I do. For about three minutes. Then I can’t resist belting out another series of N R.
Thankful for all these times. And I’m trying to snapshot them. Even the one where we stared at each other over our 42 inch patio table. That one really makes me laugh.
Filing them away.