had the strangest experience at the baltra airport when we were leaving the galapagos for guayaquil. i saw the most gorgeous man walking out of the loo and my heart lurched. in the split-second it took to look him up and down, i realised it was the mister. how weird is that? like i checked my own husband out... haha so loser right, my pseudo-wandering eye wanders right back to where it should be. but it was a nice little bolt from the blue where i'm reminded that the mister is indeed a fine looking young man and hmm it keeps things exciting. this also just happened when his sister sent a photo to the family whatsapp and i was like 'dayum who's that good looking creature?' before my brain caught up with my hormones and i realised, again, it was the mister. these flu meds are really pulling a number on me...
but yay to being married to someone who's only gotten better looking with time, superficial as i may be, and here's to giving as good as you get. which's something i'm a firm believer of because... heyyy i've a young husband to look good for, i can't have a third slice of chocolate cake, thank you very much! part of me still pinches myself in disbelief that he picked me and he's mine forever and ever. yes, i gush and babble that way when giddy on promethazine*hydrochloride. oh the joys of being able to self-diagnose and medicate.
more than once in the galapagos i'd help the mister get breakfast while he kept an office hour in the morning. when asked how i knew what he liked, i said smugly, "well we've been going out for almost 6 years, there's not much i don't know about him." only to have him leave stuff on his plate! pride before fall? and i realise a much humbler, and accurate answer would've been i still only know 80% of his preferences and we're both constantly changing. factor in how he's feeling in the morning and the odds of plating every thing he'd have picked for himself are quite slim.
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