How to do love.
I love this man. Every time I look at this photo, my heart does a little flip.
He and I had a brief email correspondence this morning (he works away in Oxford during the week, and comes home at weekends).
I had a haircut on Tuesday. I haven't had my hair trimmed for two years, so it had got to the Split Ends & All Dried Out From Half-Way Down stage. A length chopped off seemed practical. And I'd sent a photo to the Badger of his New Wife, for his approval.
Now you should bear in mind that the Badger loves long hair, and when I said I'd be having it cut, a little squawk of distress escaped him. But the email I sent with the photo of the New Wife received a reply saying "Wow! She's gorgeous xxx", and he rushed off to show it to the editorial secretary, who (wisely) enthused.
He emailed to tell me the editorial secretary added her seal of approval, and I replied saying I was grateful for that, as the day had not been going well - it's raining and change in weather has brought the usual odd result of drivers behaving erratically, rendering road travel more exciting than one might wish; and I'm not quite happy with how my book is going and can't see what I need to do to make it go right; and this morning I weighed myself when I did my exercises only to discover I'd added a pound. And I was missing him: a lot. Sigh.
Very shortly I got an email back assuring me that Wii knows nothing, he's sure I can't have put on weight, but he will check me all over very carefully when he comes home, just to make sure.
My Badger is full of kindness. He is one of the most cheerful, encouraging, supportive people I have ever met. It's a wonderful thing, being married to someone who knows how to do love. I consider myself blessed.
Oh - and in case you were curious: