Last night I talked to Chris like I said I would.Â And it was a great conversation.Â Short.Â Simple.Â Honest.Â All the necessities for a great conversation in my book.Â Chris said he had the same fears sometimes, but that when he got nervous and anxious about all the change, he just thought about Bean.Â And how wonderful this move would be for his life and, in turn, how wonderful that would make all of our lives.
Perspective is important in a marriage.
Today when I woke up I had a little more of a spring in my step.Â I felt a little lighter.Â So, on my way home from work, I impulsively pulled my car into the CVS parking lot and I had a moment.
A moment of weakness, some might say.
A moment of poor judgment, some might say.
But, I’d call it a moment of clarity.
Normally, when I buy candy or chocolate for myself, I find an excuse.Â I’m already in line at the grocery store with a buggy full of groceries, might as well throw in a little somethin’ extra.Â Or, I’m already in the coffee shop ordering a tea, might as well throw a little piece of chocolate from the counter display in with my order.Â I’m a sucker for impulse buys.Â Especially the edible kind.
But this stop at CVS was just outright.Â Loud and proud.Â It’s how I roll.
I walked right in there and didn’t even pretend I was there for anything else.Â I went straight to the Easter candy aisle and I started grabbing handfuls of candy.Â All too quickly, both my arms were full.Â But did I stop?Â Did I give up?Â Did I throw in the towel?
No, I did not.
I walked all the way to the front of the store, candy in arms, and threw everything into a basket and then took the basket back to the candy aisle and filled that basket to my little heart’s content.
I had no reason.Â No justification.Â No pretenses.Â It was just me and the chocolate bunnies.Â Raw, I tell you.Â It was raw and hardcore.
I bought all my favorites…Â Cadbury Eggs…
Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs… (which we all know are just giant Reese Peanut Butter Cups and if there’s anything better than Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, its GIANT Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups SHAPED LIKE EGGS…)
And I had to buy Chris’ favorite, the Russell Stover marshmallow eggs, so that he didn’t judge me…
There may also have been malt balls involved, but those didn’t quite make it home.Â Or out of the CVS parking lot.
So, in conclusion, the moral of this story is the following:
1.Â I have a good husband.
2.Â A good husband doesn’t necessarily make the road any smoother, but he walks beside you the whole time reminding you of what you’re walking towards.
3.Â There is no situation that isn’t immediately made a little better by chocolate.