Why I’m a Keeper

As I was leaving for the day, a co-worker thrust a pre-packaged white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie in my hand.  “Put this in your purse or I will eat it!”  she said.  I happily obliged and promptly forgot about it.

About 3 a.m. the next morning, I rolled over in bed and glanced at the alarm clock.  I guess my movement stirred Josh awake, because the next thing I heard was, “immmmphhhkkkeeee.”  I am not fluent in Mumblish, so I responded with my usual, “Huh?”

This time he spoke more clearly:  “I want a cookie!”

*beat*

I reached over to my purse, found the cellophane-wrapped delight and handed it over.  The look on his face was priceless.

Josh, I just want you to remember the time you woke up in the middle of the night, asked for a cookie, and your amazing wife conjured up one at a moment’s notice.