Hindsight

I decided last week that three months is definately far enough along to take a little trip without my new husband. While we both admit that we loved the trip down memory lane as we remembered what it was like to be single, it may have been a bit too big of an undertaking for marriage newbies like us. So, he got to help our friends move without me teasing him for taking a whistle with him (he insists that whistles, along with a stop watch, and orange cones universally enhance the moving experience!) . . . and for me, I got to navigate the rental car & airport systems in my own learning disabled-ish way. Where my sweet man can remember everything spoken, written, interpretively danced in his general direction, I have to look things up and bring information with me in order to survive in a new city. And I find it satisfying.
Despite the joke-free orange cones and my slow-poke airport ways, I missed him. Especially when I heard my friends doing a shower duet. Now, we might not have picked Stevie Wonder, but that should have been us. Next time, K & L, there WILL be a shower sing-off, so you better practice . . . because next time you see me, you know I will have my sweetie in tow!