Happy Valentine’s Day!
Oh, I know the calendar officially says “February 20”, but that doesn’t matter to us. The kids are happily playing at a Parent’s Night Out and we have a full 5 1/2 hours before we have to pick them up. So that means we celebrate Valentines’ Day tonight!
We decided to treat ourselves to a “grown-up” meal at a “grown-up” restaurant (meaning: cloth napkins and no playland). As we enjoyed a time of “grown-up” conversation in the car (meaning no interruptions of “Mom, how come we drink milk from cows but not from horses?” or “Dad, why do we pronounce Uranus like you’re-in-us and not your-anus?”), I reached out to take hold of Matt’s hand. An innocent thing. A simple thing. A normal thing for a husband and wife to do.
And apparently, a shocking thing.
For you see, his skin was SMOOTH. As in baby-bottom smooth. As in no-hair-on-his-knuckles smooth.
And I had a moment where I actually had to catch my breath and be reminded: my husband is fighting cancer. But the next moment, when I started breathing again, I wasted no time in informing him that it is just wrong for his hands to be softer and smoother than his wife’s.