Mr. Diamond (Chris) and I have an interesting relationship. We have always had a lot of fun together and he reminded me not too long ago that we have been together an amazing 2/3 rds of our lives. That is a long time in dog years as a favorite pastor used to say.
The geographic separation is wearing a bit thin as we are at almost 5 months of him being in Texas and me being in Iowa. The good thing is that we DO get to see each other. More than some other couples who have to be separated because of job circumstances. We just spent some fabulous time together at Thanksgiving with our sons and those were wonderful days. I am grateful beyond belief that we were able to do that.
We text and email quite often during the day and always have at least one phone call or FaceTime before the day ends and that makes it much more bearable. I have become quite a bit more independent because—well—I have to be. No one else is going to do it for me so I just do what I need to do and that is not a bad thing at all.
Chris does worry about me at times because I tend to be a bit of a klutz. Since he is not here he basically forbade me to get Christmas decorations down from the shelves in the garage because in his words he “knew I would fall and be lying on the garage floor in a frozen state by the time he figured out something was wrong”. I posted the following picture on Facebook and my friend, Ann, who knew of the edict of my husband questioned me as to whether those were decorations. (She was just looking out for my welfare, after all.)
Yes they are “decorations” but they were in a container that was on the floor of the garage–not on shelves. So I did not break my husband’s directives.
Tonight he called me while we were both getting supper ready and I propped my phone up on the counter so I could FaceTime but still be doing supper preparations. I looked over at the phone to look at him and this is what I saw.
He was still talking but he was not there in the picture part of the phone and I asked him what was going on with his video feed. He replied “Oh—I put you in my pocket because I was heating something up”. Let me tell you–that pocket is dark and I was glad when he took me out of it.
And that, my friends, is why I love this man so much. A continual source of amusement—even from inside his pocket.
