The other night Paul fell asleep before I did and looking at him I began to feel all tender. I was thinking how great it is that despite the fact that we’ve been married almost fourteen years and that he is a 38 year old giant, he still looks sweet to me. I decided to take a quick picture.
As the Photo Booth counted down he awoke. This is a look with which, in our near fourteen years together, I have become familiar. It’s his, “WHAT are you doing” face. He thinks he looks like a Eastern European serial killer…who’s married.
I decided to take another picture in an attempt to turn that frown upside down and he delivered.
I would assert that when a post like this is created, very few people are interested in commenting due to a general sense of uneasiness…a little like someone silently (but without a doubt) passing gas in an elevator.
You’re just left to breathe through your collar and pray for your floor to arrive quickly.
*clears throat awkwardly*
Thank you, Sherry.
*ever so slight nod of recognition*
*subtle acknowledgement of the slight nod*
You are both a couple of maroons…funny though.
We have been offline and I have been extremely busy making updating and getting us back online not a possibility yet.
Let the record show I NEVER would have posted a “sweet” picture of Paul sleeping, THAT I would have saved to look at when he is somewhere on the other side of the world.
I will try to update soon.