One of the surprising delights about marriage was discovering that my husband likes to dance around the house. Nothing formal or choreographed, but it's not uncommon for him to spontaneously pop into a room where I'm working, do some sort of spin or air-guitar move and then leave--without a word.
He did this tonight while I was watching netflix (it was a shoulder-to-toe wiggle--not really sure what to call it) and the following dialogue ensued:
Me: "How is it that you can be entirely goofy and adorable yet simultaneously manly?"
Husband (without missing a single beat): "It's the cammo."
...and sure enough, he was wearing army-print cargo pants covered in old paint splotches. I laughed so hard! And then I thanked God for ridiculous moments in life.
No comments:
Post a Comment