“Two minutes. I’m walking Mommy out. I’ll be back in two minutes. Don’t come out. Let me have TWO MINUTES with Mommy,” my hubby Martin stressed to the children, who were finishing dinner.
It’s a weekly event. I go grocery shopping on Wednesday nights, and he walks me to the car, carrying my shopping bags and unlocking and opening the car door for me. When you have five children, it’s pretty amazing how valuable a tiny slice of time together can be.
“So, even though I didn’t start this diet to lose weight, I’m pretty happy to have lost some. Guess how much!” I demanded as we walked slowly toward the car.
I was thinking that he hadn’t noticed; he hadn’t mentioned anything about it. I thought he’d say, “Two pounds? Three?” and I could return with a triumphant grin, “No! Almost EIGHT!” I’ve lost 7.7 lbs, to be exact.
He looked me over with a thoughtful, “Hmmm…” Then, he confidently guessed, “Seven point five pounds.”
At that point, Audrey came running out, barefoot in the 45° weather, in tears, “Granty ran into me and hit my mouth!!”
Our two minutes were clearly up, so we quickly kissed, I stuffed my near-shock at his accuracy, got into the car, backed out, threw “I love you” hand signs*, and went off to the grocery store, smugness deflated, as Martin tended to the crisis.
I asked him about it again this morning, and I’m still not sure if it was just a good guess or an accurate estimate based upon close observation. It’s his secret, I guess.
*We have a “secret” sign in our family. It started with my hubby saying, “Love yas!” as he held up the normal “I love you” ASL short-cut, usually to Audrey, as he was backing out of her bedroom door at night. When she was really little, Audrey started one-upping him by holding up both hands with the sign, saying, “Double love yas!” Then, she raised the bar by crossing her two forearms into an X, with the “I love you” sign flashing on both hands, “Triple love yas!” So, now, we all “triple love yas” each other… 🙂