Oodles of Noodles

It wasn’t until I was half way through my 32nd year of life, that I realized I had finally become the person I’d always wanted. I had just finished putting my sons, Kale and Maxwell, to bed and I was double checking the locks before setting the alarm. As my husband walked out of the kitchen with a fresh bowl of popcorn for us to share while we watched our Tuesday night show he said, “Honey, I think I forgot to tell you this morning that I love you.” He jammed a handful of popcorn in his mouth and smiled as he crunched. I smiled back as I told him that I loved him too and, still crunching away, he leaned over and kissed me. Right then I had one of those moments. You know when you’re doing something and it just feels so right, like you always knew you were going to be there and then you got there and you just have this moment where you feel like everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be. That was one of those moments. I love those moments.

I love when she tells me little stories like that. It’s like a snippet of a diffent life than you imagine a person really leads.