It's Wednesday, 3:55 in the afternoon. I meant to leave the house ten minutes ago in order to get across the 520 bridge before traffic to Bellevue gets too thick. I'm standing in the doorway, waiting for Rob to fix a rough spot on one of my new boots. The other boot is already on my foot. I've already put my bags in the car (I spend almost seven hours in B'vue on Wednesday afternoon/evenings, so there's my teaching clothes, my dinner, my knitting, a drink, my meditation journal, and sometimes other things, as well).
He brings the boot, gives me a hug and a kiss and says:
"Do you have everything?"
me: "Yes, it's already in the car."
R: "You have your dinner?"
M: "Yes."
R: "Your planner?"
M: "Nope, I shouldn't need it tonight."
R: "Your drink?"
M: "Uh huh, got it!"
I turn to walk out the door, and he asks:
"Do you have your knitting, honey?"
Oh, how I love this man!
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