First of all, may I just point out that this makes five posts in five days. You already know that of course, as I'm sure this was one of the secret delights of your week.
But before the weekend comes, a few more of mine, for the record.
1. This book.
I am completely in love with Flavia de Luce. I could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Better than pie, I say, and I find myself wildly grinning through Mr. Bradley's every paragraph.
2. This game.
Caleb got this game for Christmas and by New Year's we owned the expansion. We have played hours of it since then, including a stolen hour last night between dinner and Roundtable meeting that David had to rush off to.
3. This conversation.
This morning as I was in the shower and David was putting the finishing touches on his tie, we were reviewing my posts from the week.
David remembered the one from Wednesday morning and got a little red under the collar remembering the last couple of paragraphs.
He rolled his eyes at me and said, "I wonder what people think."
I said, "They think you love me. They think that's crazy, but they definitely think you love me."
"But can't they know that without being inappropriate?"
"Probably not," I assured him.
His eyes did another roll but I just smiled at him and he got distracted because I was just coming out of the shower, remember?
4. This text.
Hey love hope u r having a good day
This afternoon, quite out of the blue, David sent me a text. Unheard of. Especially in the middle of the day with the hospital always absorbing all of his daylight-hour attention.
Of course I texted back.
wow...how nice to be thought of in the middle of the day...cant wait for date night
And then I waited. For something witty perhaps? For something steamy perhaps? But he didn't text back.
I was hoping for something like:
where do you want to go
i think of you in the middle of the day every day
But the exchange was over. Still. I'll take what I can get and count it as one of the delights of the week. I am so easy to please. (That was funny, right?)
5. The rest of today.
I spent the day at Christine's (my sister-in-law) house quilting. Or actually, mostly talking and planning and fabric shopping and plotting ways to get my sister, Rachel, to quit her job so she can join quilt day too, but we call it quilting. We had plans to work on some unfinished projects but mostly got excited about starting a couple of new projects instead. It was easily among the best hours of my week.
Next week already looks less delightful as I have jury duty bright and early on Monday morning. I am sincerely hoping I don't consume all of Flavia between now and then as I would love to have her with me through jury selection.
But the week after that school starts. And I, for one, can't wait. This week I went and peeked through the window of my classroom and my inappropriate heart did a fluttery bounce and started pounding madly away, undone by the sight of desks and chairs and whiteboards.
Heaven help me if I ever find myself in a classroom with David. I will surely spontaneously combust with all that lust.