October 15, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
I texted my husband last night(who is on his way home tomorrow from Belgium, the land of cheese and chocolate), which was morning for him (like, 3am?) and he texted back all flustered and stuff thinking something was wrong and it was cute so I’m gonna share it. Which should embarrass my husband but he only reads it like every third week or something and has only commented once so it’s all good.
Me: If you’re still awake, can you call? (No answer, 5pm here, 11pm there, he was Zzzzzz)
Him: (5am my time)Send me a msg when you wake up and I’ll call. Going to Brussells this afternoon.
Me: Oh, we’re up. Dark Chocolate Please.
Him: I got boxes of assorted chocolate. I am sure there is some dark chocolate. Ps can we have hoagies tomorrow? (he must have missed Philly)
Me: Hoagies? You are too funny. Mmmmmm…chocolate.
Him: What would you do for Belgian Chocolate? Can you tell I miss you?
Me: What would I do? Hmmm…maybe a foot rub. Where do you want hoagies from?
Him: I guess Trio’s. I’d like Turkey, dry roll, provolone, hot and sweet peppers.
Him: Only a foot rub?
Me: Hoagies from Trio’s it is. Yes, only a foot rub. Do you miss me or my body?
Wanna know why I shared this? Because my husband usually says about three words a week. Because when he said, “YOU.” I got butterflies in my stomach.
In other news, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think of him. And our 5th annual anniversary weekend away is next weekend(to celebrate fourteen years. It’s 72 hours without children. In other words, pure bliss). Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.