This is a Thursday series in which I pause and acknowledge something big and important or something small and insignificant that has made me thankful. It is so important and incredibly refreshing to look at the positivity around us, when we are so often surrounded by negativity.
Last night, I was extra thankful for Donnie. But not just because I love him, or because he's great, or because of all of the wonderful things he does for me and for the people we love. These things are all true, and they deserve a post of their own at some future point. But that mushy gushy stuff is not what I'm writing about right now.
|Wedding photo by Wasabi Photography|
No, I am about to write about something embarrassing. Something that I really have no business posting on the internet. What will future employers think of me?! Will my family and friends begin to disassociate with me?! I could stop writing right now and no one would be any the wiser. (But that's not my style now, is it...?)
Last night, I drooled. Big time. I was painting my nails, and Perry the cat came up to me and meowed, so I tried to say hi to him, but instead of saying anything, a GIANT glob of drool fell out of my mouth. Onto my arm. On my shirt. On my pants. Everywhere. And Donnie was just staring at me while it happened.
I just looked up at him and said, "I just drooled all over. Can you help me?" Without missing a beat, Donnie lept up to grab a tissue for me. But because my nails were wet, he also had to mop up my arm where the majority of the drool had fallen. He managed to hold in most of his laughter until we made eye contact and both lost it.
In a break from laughing, Donnie turned to me and said, "I better get a Thankful Thursday post out of this!"
|Photos from March 2011featuring me in a Sycamores sweatshirt and Donnie in ... the same
sweater he wore when he was being an old man in our When Donnie Met Kinzie video. :)
So honey, thank you for wiping up my drool. Just think of it as great practice for when we've been married for 60 years. Love you!