We were in our sleep position (big spoon: her, little spoon: me), starting to drift off. And then this little gem of an exchange took place, inspired by our previous conversation about how she really wants me to go to the doctor again about all the unexplained bruising I’ve been having:
Her (sleepily): It’s really scary to put all my eggs in one basket… you know?
Me: Yeah, I know. It is scary.
Her (as she squeezes me tighter): But I really like this basket.
Me: I like the basket MY eggs are in.
Her: But what if the basket falls?
Me: I know, then all the eggs will break!
Her: That would be so sad!
So, here’s to hoping both of our “baskets” will remain healthy and strong for a long, long time.
eggs? baskets? I’m sorry, I’m still being nicely distracted by those heels.
You tow are so cute together. I’m sure your “baskets” will remain healthy and strong for a really long, long time.
Kara XOXO
I’m with your basket…oops, I mean your lady – please go to the doctor again.
Oh… nice. Thanks for making me smile tonight.
If it’s not iron deficiency, then yes, doctor please.
Big spoon/little spoon: that’s twice in a singe day I”ve encountered this metaphor and somehow I’d never heard it before. So adorable.
Hope all your eggs stay safe. Y’all are adorable.
*smiles* That makes me happy.
To no broken eggs :-)
Unrelated, but nobody here knows ME, so this is a way to avoid jealousies.
Getting married May 29th, 2011. You’re invited. Start planning.