Love and HBO

I have moments with my husband that confirm that we are indeed meant to be together. I am not talking about romantic walks on the beach moments or lovey dovey we are so in love moments, but rather flashes of insight in the minutia of our daily lives that no one else would really understand.

For instance, remember when Aidan was projectile vomiting during our road trip to Florida? The collective response of Chris and I was full out tears dripping down our face, holding our sides laughter at our predicament. Our joint ability to find humor in that instance reminded me why we found each other.

This weekend we had free HBO. FREE HBO! To say we were excited over our FREE HBO would be a slight understatement. Free HBO means FREE HBO ON DEMAND. And FREE HBO ON DEMAND meant we could watch a whole season of Entourage during every moment our children slept. We went to bed Sunday night a little sad with the knowledge that our FREE HBO would be gone come Monday, but - we were content to know we sucked every little last bit of preview out of that FREE HBO.

I had just finished putting the last child to bed on Monday night and was changing into some comfy pjs, when Chris walked into our room and asked if I was coming downstairs to watch tv. I told him I had a few things to do, but I'd be right down. And with glee in his face, he replies, "Okay, but come down soon, we still have FREE HBO." At seeing the happiness this gave him, and the joy it brought me, I know that no one, absolutely no one, would have either one of us. Truly.