Monday, February 24, 2014

Phone forgotten... again

A few weeks ago I forgot my phone at home. I equated it to leaving my shoes at home.

I left my phone at home today. I considered turning around to go get it but I was past the midway point in my commute. It was a tough decision. It wasn't the traffic I would face that made me stop. It was my inclination to simply lay my head back down and go to sleep until noon. That might chap my boss so I elected to go to work without it.

So... here I sit counting the minutes until I get it back.

Actually my life is a little more peaceful without it. It's odd how bound we are to our devices. I can claim I have an elderly parent who needs to reach me as my excuse. Really, I have a husband who I'm nuts about. I still get excited when I see that he's texted me.

I know we've been together long enough for that to fade. I still remember when we first started dating we'd sneak texts to each other all day. They were rarely about anything important, but my heart would jump a little when I saw his name on the notification. You'd think over a year and a half later with an engagement and marriage behind us that would go away but it hasn't. I still smile when I see it's him. It could be a grocery list, a naughty text or even a grumble about his day at work and I still smile when I see his name.

We sicken our friends. We are so crazy about each other my friends are groaning and rolling their eyes. I'm not sure about his friends but I'd bet it's similar. He went to a concert with a friend on Friday and spent the night on his friend's couch. He woke up early in the morning and told his friend's roommate that he needed to get home to see his woman. That made me smile. I love being "his woman."

So if you're reading this and you groan, I accept that I earned it. I accept that we're the sickeningly cute newlyweds. One friend said we were such newlyweds and after 20 years of marriage I'll be begging him to spend the night on his friend's couch. All I can say is at this point, I hope so, because 20 years with him sounds really nice.

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