At lunch today,  the conversation was exponentially better than the meal. Don’t get me wrong. The meal was great. I’m quite the chef. Anyhoo, several of us had cleared out to take care of after-lunch duties, and I sat alone with Short Son, munching on salad.

I said, “Hey, of all the things and people at this table, who do I love the most?”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Me. Definitely.”

“Yep. You’re my Short Son.”

“Short son of LOVE.”

“Right. Of LOVE. Of course.”

We each had a few more bites of salad in companionable silence.

He spit on his plate and made a yucky face. “What is that? I hate these curly pieces of lettuce.”

Grabbing the bag of Dole Mediterranean Blend (I told you I was quite the chef) I read the back to him. “It’s the Escarole and Radicchio you don’t like. You like the Endives, Leaf Lettuce, and the Baby Spinach.”

“Hey. You know what else I like?”

I lifted my eyebrows and chewed my escarole and raddichio. Perfection.

“I like pools. Absolutely full of water, with a ladder on the side. You go down the ladder, hold your breath, get your head under. . .” He lowered himself in the chair, demonstrating. “. . . and then pop up real fast. Pools are cool.”

I choked on my salad a little.

Boyfriend-Who-Is-My-Husband walked into the room. “You okay?”

“Fine. Just realized I’ll be blogging again today.”

Never a dull moment. Never. 🙂 I wouldn’t trade it for anything.