A lot of people, I think, see my husband as a serious, somewhat intense kind of guy. That can be true, certainly. But there's another side that most people never get to see--a silly, funny, goofy side that comes out mostly when he is at home and fully relaxed. This was perfectly illustrated two nights ago, in a brief incident that I thought I should share.
Around 9:00 on Wednesday evening, Dave and I were in the kitchen after finishing a late dinner clean-up session. The baby was wiggling around inside me, and I started singing that old Amy Grant song, "Baby, Baby", trying to make up my own words to describe the sensations I was feeling. Dave bopped around to my self-made music for a moment. Then, after listening to several of my feeble attempts at lyric parody, he thought for a moment and burst into his own version:
Baby, baby, just chillin' on my bladder--
When you come out my tummy will be flatter!
Not only brilliant and creative and witty--he also has great insight into the mind of a pregnant woman. What can I say? I am one blessed wife!