I'm away from home for a few days, getting some production done at our building in Junction City.
This leaves the husband manning the home front...always a scary proposition.
When he told me what he ate for dinner last night, I nearly gagged. Fried rice, kung pao chicken and some leftover baked chicken breast, mixed together and topped with the last of the arrabiata (tomato and spicy pepper) pasta sauce I made last week. O. M. G.
And this afternoon, he was on a mission from God, the attitude he always takes when he tackles a project when I'm away from home. He was cleaning out the garage in preparation for accommodations for the small canine animal that will be arriving this weekend. I can't wait to get home and see what all (of MINE) he threw away.
But about 7:30 this evening, my phone beeped the "Matt text" beep... And I looked down to see this:
...with the message:
"Burdz. Six of them..."
It's a pretty bad cel phone picture of the hummingbird feeder outside our family room window, with at least four birds on it that I can see, and maybe a couple more hovering around, waiting their turn.
Does the husband really care about hummingbirds?
No... But he knows I do.
I was oddly touched by this small reminder that he was thinking of me.
I don't know.
Maybe we've turned a corner or something...
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