Day Eleven

I have no idea how couples kept in touch over long distances in the past (maybe a letter or two?), but Matt and I are keeping the magic alive with thanks to Twitter. Take, for example, the following love note from Matt earlier today:

I wouldn't have it any other way. Sure, a romantic letter, maybe even handwritten, might be nice and just a little bit sophisticated. He could send me a letter every day and I could keep them tied up with string, that is, when I wasn't re-reading them throughout the day. I would save them in a box and one day Alyce and Shira would discover them and treasure them always. They might even them pass them along to our grandchildren.

That sounds nice, but no. I'll keep my hour spent in the car this morning in the Starbucks parking lot, waiting for Shira to wake up from her unscheduled morning nap, laughing with my husband through Twitter, because that was the only way I was going to get this gem:

Or this one:

I have always relied on Matt to make my day better. While I reserve the right to direct some heavy eye-rolling his way some days, mostly I'm just relieved that he makes me laugh so much (let's just keep that between you and me). Even in Poland, Matt joined me while I sat stranded in The Kia while Shira slept. So yes, a collection of romantic letters is lovely, but they're not everything.

P.S. Speaking of letters between spouses, run, don't walk, over to Dinner: A Love Story, for the best report card I've seen. When a new post shows up in my reader, it's the first blog I turn to. I love when I find a marriage that our marriage can look up to. See also: school lunch contract.

P.P.S. Matt, come home soon.