My husband called from Iraq this morning. I haven't heard from him in a while and it was great to hear his voice. It would have been greater if it wasn't five o'clock in the morning.
"Mello? I mumbled.
"Hey, Hon. It's me. What time is it there?"
He's been deployed for six months with his boots on the ground in Iraq for the last five and he still hasn't figured out the time difference!
We talked for a little bit, but I'm not really at my best in the morning. And that's the biggest understatement you'll hear all year. At one point I sort of remember saying, "You say stuff now."
He laughed at me and offered to call back after I had dropped the kids off at school. "I'll talk to you between 8 and 9," he said in farewell.
He called at 12:30.
"Do you have any idea what time it is here?" I asked him.
"Nope, I haven't a clue," he replied.
"Well, let's see. It's 12:30 here so...one, two, three..."
But he interrupted me. "Honey! Don't even bother. If I haven't figured it out by now, I'm not going to."
It's a good thing he sent flowers today.
Yes, he really did send me flowers. Orchids, in fact. Just because he loves me. I can't tell you how happy his simple words and sweet gesture made me feel. His timing was perfect. I needed a lift.
We talked and gossiped and it was great. He also said what may be my all time favorite Tuna Man quote. "Just remember," he said. "I love you more than he loves his wife." I love it!
What can I say? He gets me. He just can't count backwards.
I do have some constructive criticism for the flower delivery person, though. If you're going to leave flowers without ringing the bell (In fairness, he may have rung the bell but I didn't hear it because I was sleeping. What? I was up at 5 a.m.!) don't prop the box up on the screen door.
I was trapped inside my house! At least until I remembered that I had a back door.