On Sunday I wrote this post and declared that I was going to move out of my comfort zone and start greeting my husband differently than I normally do.
Then, on Monday morning, I met my running buddy at 7 a.m.
When I left the house, my husband was still in bed.
I came back in the house about an hour later, and he was standing in the kitchen.
He thought I was going to be gone longer.
“I didn’t think you’d be done so soon,” he said to me.
“We just went for a quick run,” I told him.
I was really sweaty, I hadn’t showered at all the day before, and I smelled disgusting.
I walked over to him, gave him a hug and said, “Good Morning, Handsome.”
“Handsome?” he said to me. “Why do I get a handsome today? Ummmm… you look … really… um… sporty?”
I told him I wasn’t expecting him to reply with a similar term of endearment.
But he sure was thrown for a loop.
And because I said something nice to him, he really wanted to say something nice to me.
Funny how that works.
I guess I’ll have to keep this Handsome thing up.
But maybe next time, I’ll at least make sure I’ve showered.
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