Yup, I made my husband cry!

Sigh, it was bound to happen.

Kent and I have standing date. Every Wednesday morning, for ever, we have had a standing coffee/breakfast date.

I highly recommend this to any married couple, no matter what stage of life you are in.  A confirmed, standing date, no matter what comes during the week, you have time carved out for each other.

Over the past number of months that standing date has gone by the wayside, simply because I haven't always been able to get out of bed for 7 am.

Some people have said, what?  You should have more energy than that!

It's true, but here has been my sleep cycle.  I go to bed at about 9 and take a sleeping pill.  Sometime about 10.30-11.30 I fall asleep.  I wake at 2, 3, 3.30 and then at 4.  At 4 a special thing happens, my husband goes off.  Snoring.  Loudly.  Mouth closed, can't get him to stop, snoring.  Ugh.

Most nights I read from 2 on, sometimes by 5 I can fall back to sleep...until the kids get up at start moving about the house.  At 8 every morning I get a wake up kiss from my hubby before he leaves for work.  Then, I am up for the day.

Today, I struggled to wake at 7.  I *really* wanted my time with Kent.  I just couldn't muster.  My eyes *would not* obey my brain.

Kent then said to me, I have an eye appointment at 9.30, why don't you pick me up and we can go then?

GENIUS!  I mean, I fell in love with him because he is dang hot, but he is also a flipping genius!


I crashed....and woke at 8.50, I pulled myself from my bed and started out toward his office.  I packed my purse with my "chemotherapy" necessities, and picked up Kent.  We arrived at his appointment, directly across the street from Starbucks.  I read my e-reader while he had his appointment...


Both of us have now been told we need "readers"--which is funny, we both said we'd increase the size of the font we are reading first.

Pride.  Unadulterated pride.  And I just don't care what you think.  <<Insert Raspberry here>>

So, we wandered over to Starbucks.  We had a really good talk.  Like we normally do.

We began discussing where I was in my chemotherapy cycle, I was munching on a spinach and egg white wrap, (recommended...by the way), and I said to Kent, I could eat three of these.

Ding!!  It hits us!  I am on the upswing!

So, we started discussing a text message conversation we had yesterday.  I sent a message asking when he would be home for dinner, I was starving.  I wanted someone to eat with and Max, Melissa and Jonathan weren't around.

Text--


He said, "I will come home and feed you shortly."


I said, "Seriously, now. Get. Home. Now. Feed. Me. Now."


He said, "I am afraid.  I will only come home if you guarantee my safety."

Then, I look at Kent and he has tears in his eyes, he said, "I was scared, I know how much you need protein right now, and I AM protein, I mean, I am MADE of protein."

Giggles.  We were in a fit of giggles.

I love this man so much.  He is so not ALL protein....but I let him believe it.  I can't wait for my next Wednesday morning date.