Tonight I came home after seeing a client. Jeff had made dinner. We ate and chatted, then remembered I had left one of my cake pans that I needed tonight at his mom/grandma's place, and headed over to get it. While we drove we chatted about what we have been thinking and events of the days. Francine stuck her head out the window and smiled that happy doggie in the car smile. We got home and had a heart to heart - it's where one of us talks for 15 minutes while the other listens and then we switch. (We actually set a timer for the 15 minutes. Ya, we're nerds. But that's what happens when you're married to a therapist...) It gives us a chance to talk on a deep level about what's in our hearts. We love it. But back to the night. After that I searched out all my favorite Christmas cds and baked a homemade chocolate cake. I was singing the Messiah and melting chocolate and drinking eggnog and then I thought,"Does life get any sweeter than this?"
1 comments:
That's hilarious about the 15 minutes.
No, life doesn't get any sweeter than chocolate.
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