Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I have this arrangement going with Rebecca. I give up going to the gym at my regular time on Mondays in order to watch her two youngest kids (while she volunteers in the classroom of her oldest), and in return, she watches my kids while I go to the gym later on, AND she is my go-to person when Brian and I go out of town over night. Great. So after Rebecca returned from volunteering on Monday, I took the opportunity to run to the gym and to the grocery store while she stayed behind with the kids. And while being at the grocery store without my kids normally accelerates my shopping time by at least 100%, this time the lines were long and for some reason, I was unable to find the corn starch. So I got in line and purchased the rest of my groceries and asked the checker where I could find it. She finished out the transaction and set aside my cart while directing me right back to the baking isle. Luckily, I found it this time, and headed back up to the register. OK. So here is the whole point of my telling you all this: as I approached the check stands with my corn starch, I saw Brian already in line with a couple things he had picked up for lunch. And he looked so good. And I felt that feeling. You know that feeling you got back in the day when you would see your crush somewhere unexpectedly? Yeah. I felt it! I hurried my steps and slapped his rear just as he looked over and noticed me. And he kissed me. Oh, man. I wished I looked good. I wanted everyone to see us kiss and know that we were together and I wanted him to be proud that I was his wife. As it was, I had just left the gym, and I was in my raggedy sweats. But he kissed me all the same and threw my corn starch onto the belt with his Cliff bars. He kinda rolled his eyes and smiled as I told him I felt like we were back in high school and he was treating me while on a date. He said the least he could do was buy his wife some corn starch. Man, I was so proud to be standing there next to him, feeling young again. I left the store still kinda swooning, thinking about how I get a little excited every time I see Brian's truck around town. I hope it always feels that way.