Sometimes you just need a hug. After two weeks of coughing my lungs inside out, today was one of those days.
I found the Captain in the kitchen and leaned against him in my “Life-is-so-freaken-hard-and-I’m-too-weary-to-even-hold-myself-up-anymore” fashion. He embraced me gently. I felt comfort and warmth. I let my body melt into his. He stroked my hair. I wound my arms around his waist and sighed. He pulled me tight to him and nuzzled my head. He hugged me as if never in the world had someone needed or deserved a hug more and said, “I bet we still have rolls in the breadbox from when your parents came for that cookout. Those must really be stale.”
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He and my husband would really get along, I think.
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Fear not…you’re not quite old-married-couple… yet. If you were his next sentence would have been…
“You think you could freshen them up in the oven and make me a sandwich?”
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I’m emailing this post to my wife. It’ll be good that she knows I’m not the only one like this (or Mr. Law) out there.
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Carla has it right, he totally would have asked you for a sammy. Hope you feel better soon…both my kids are home today with the crud. I’m sure they will be sharing it with me soon enough.
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Aw, what a sweet, sweet man you have there.
Did you kick him?
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Boys are so romantic sometimes.
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