B and I have an odd relationship. We pick on each other way too often. We love each other way too much.
A month or so ago, he was on yet another fishing trip here on the island. The babies and I decided to stop by and visit. While we were walking down the pier, I saw him walking our way. I was excited. He was coming to greet us! NOT! He was headed to the port-a-potty!
He hadn’t even seen us until we passed him and he explained where he was headed. DOH! So as he visited the “john”, the babies and I enjoyed the beauty of the ocean. I was snapping pictures and they were running and playing.
On his way back through, he startled me by hugging me from behind. I said, “How is your boyfriend today?”. To which he replied “He’s fine, thanks for asking.”. So I said, “Can I have his number to find out what he has that I don’t?”. I expected another smart-ass reply. But instead, my rarely-romantic husband said “No, but you can have my heart” at which time he handed me a glass heart.
On his way back from the potty, he found a glass heart on the beach and he placed it in my hand. I will cherish that heart forever (both his and the little token). You see, it’s the little moments and the little treasures that make my world go round!
I’m forever grateful to have his heart!