Tomorrow is our 10th anniversary. Eddie is on call. Voluntarily on call, I might add. I mean, he actually signed himself up to be on call tomorrow night. Whatever, I'm used to it. So tonight he's sitting next to me on the couch watching basketball, and he says, "I really wish I weren't on call tomorrow night. I could switch with another guy and do a Sunday night next month." I started feeling all warm and fuzzy towards him, because Sunday night is an awful night to be on call and Thurday night is the best night of the week because he can come home early on Friday and doesn't have to go back until Monday. But then, looking into his eyes, I realized that his desire to be home tomorrow night has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that it's the tenth anniversary of the day he married his soul mate in the temple. Nope-- it has everything to do with the fact that the Jazz are playing tomorrow night.
I feel so loved.
UPDATED TO ADD: He came home at lunch and suprised me with roses. He didn't do that for Carlos Boozer or Andre Kirilenko. So I guess I do rank higher than basketball.
--originally published 4/25/07
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