Those simple words were emailed to me late last night.
I had just come home from a late-night basketball game in which our home team was beaten repeatedly with sticks, noodles and pitiful glares from row 36, seat 104.
Generally, I don't expect important emails at 11:00 p.m., so I didn't bother seeing what was making my Blackberry buzz, and the message went unread...
...until I got upstairs to the bedroom and found my wife snuggled up warmly in bed with the laptop...with her mouth as parched as the Sahara in desperate need of a refreshing glass of water.
No, actually, she said she really didn't need it that badly, but I'm a good man and got her some anyway.
I just wanted to share this brief story so that you'd know that the lines of communication are still open in our marriage after all these years.
Friday, February 20, 2009