It's the end of a very long day for both of us. Don recently found out that a classmate of his had a heart attack in Maui and died. He leaves behind two young daughters. The combination of Danielle's murder, numerous family issues, and this most recent death has made us both feel quite fully depressed. Despite his low mood and intensive day at work he comes home ready to be an amazing dad to Georgia. I could go on and on about how he smiles at her, how deeply she loves him, and what a truly amazing dad he is. But tonight's entry is a focus on his husband-a-tude (if I might invent that word).
Tonight as Georgia plays with her puzzle on the floor, Don stages a film we are going to make. As he lays out the plot-line, characters, and scenes...I remember why I fell so deeply in love with him these years ago. An excerpt of his artistic work:
The Scene:
He will be caught in bed with Mrs. Butterworth (his one true love). She will giggle her classic giggle and I will run in from the other room. "Who's in here?" I'll shout. "No one" he'll swear, with syrup dripping from his face and chin. I'll slap him across the face "you'll pay" I will declare. Two days later he will catch me on a date with the Pilsbury Dough Boy. (and....scene).
At this point we are laughing too hard to continue the film.
And have you heard his song about potatoes? He brilliantly rhymes "au gratin" and "tater-tottin'" - I love this man!
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