Granted Wishes.

Asher seems convinced that his full name is Asher Cutiepie. The conversation went like this:

Me: Asher, what’s your last name?

Asher: Asher Cutiepie.

Me: Noooo, Asher HOBBS. Asher, what’s your name?

Asher: Asher Cutiepie.

Me: No, Asher HOBBS.

Asher: Mommy Cutiepie, Daddy Cutiepie, Pepper Cutiepie, Maverick Cutiepie, ASHER CUTIEPIE.

Me: Okay, then. Another day.

Husband started working out this week, which is a whole other post in itself, but I just want to say how thrilled I am that he is finally taking charge of his health. I’ve never known him to exercise on purpose. This is a whole new thing happening here. He actually came home this morning and asked me if I’d like to take a yoga class with him. 

I’ll let that sink in for a minute.

UM, YES I WOULD LIKE TO DO YOGA WITH YOU. This is literally one of my wildest dreams, coming true. I felt like I was being punk’d, but I didn’t want to seem too shocked or he might get weirded out and take it back.

It’s kind of like how yesterday I hauled Maverick (with the baby in tow) all the way up to the allergist’s office for his standing 8:30 appointment, only to be informed that they tried to call — the doctor wasn’t there, and we’d have to reschedule. I immediately checked into my safe place so I didn’t lose my schmidt right there in the waiting room, and when I asked Maverick to get up because he wasn’t getting an allergy shot today he exclaimed “TODAY IS MY LUCKY DAY! I made a wish and it CAME TRUE!” He spent the whole walk back to the car chattering about how his wishes NEVER come true and wow, what a lucky boy he was. 

So this concept of my husband coming home from an early-morning workout and asking me if I want to go to yoga with him? Granted wish. Maybe after the class we can go to Starbucks and talk about our feelings. Now that sounds like the perfect day …

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