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Sitting across the room from Jeff as he talks to his college roommates ... watching him smile like I don't usually see ... hearing him laugh ... wishing I could be where he is.

Even though I get to talk to all of them, it's nowhere near the same ... seeing him sitting in his big red leather "daddy chair" talking with his friends ... watching him laugh ... wondering if I've robbed him of something ... hoping I haven't ...

Kinda jealous seeing him so unabashedly happy talking to them ... But also just happy to see him so happy ...

For all the problems we might have, I think we're basically happy.

Man.

Is this growing up?

Can I just be so happy watching my husband talk on the phone with his college friends? Seriously, I smile just looking at him. Those who know me know how freaky that is. Is that happiness? It's not like we get a road map. Can it be something that small?

Why don't we get a user's guide for love? That would make it so much easier.

I love my husband, though I might not tell him as often as I should. Watching him happy talking to his friends makes me happy.

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