I did a slight slip yesterday. We were emailing back and forth about Christmas for the girls. At the end of one email, I just wrote "Love you" without thinking about it and hit send. Didn't realize until a few minutes later (been a lot frazzled with work). Exchanged a few additional emails, she didn't acknowledge it. I apologized for the slip.
Nothing major to report, but did something a little different yesterday.
W came to pick up the girls just as I was coming back in from bringing out the trash. Walked up the stairs together. She got a little ahead of me, and a little devil inside said, "what the hell." Said something like, "I've got a nearly uncontrollable urge" then reached up with both hands and squeezed her bedonkadonk and said something like, "Don't squeeze the Charmin." Didn't get mad or slap me or jump, just said that Mr. Whipple had just died. Normal idle chit-chat for a few minutes while rounding up the girls and that was it.
I've noticed over the past week that she's more likely to come into my personal space than she had been for about a month, but, nothing really to that. I think she's just a little more comfortable around me because we haven't really spoken about the non-existent us in a longer than normal bit of time. The urge to do so keeps popping up -- STRONGLY -- but with less frequency and, so far, I've managed to fight it down.
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Me: 36 W: 35 2 D: 9 and 5 T: 16 years M: 12 10/4/06: Bomb 10/5/06: Ended A 4/22/07: ILYBNILWY