It's not so much that it is a long story as it is a couple of stories that so clearly define our absolute love affair with each other. And why the lobster is our mascot. And I don't have time to go into all that right here and now--I am supposed to be seated in my seat at the hospital working on important cancer stuff. But, as I placed my usual on-my-way-to-work-call to the Caveman this morning this was our conversation:
Me: Good morning!
Caveman: Good morning! I was just thinking of you.
Me: Oh, yeah. What were you thinking?
Caveman: I was thinking just how much I care about you. Not, how much I love you. Not, how much do we have to pay in taxes this year or are you working out tonight or how is your back or even how was my mom this morning, but how much I care about you. This simply melts me into a little puddle of Darya and makes me feel like the most special girl in the whole wide world.
Me: Gulp. What were you doing when you thought of that.
Caveman: Just working--hood thoughts.
The Caveman calls these thoughts, "hood thoughts" or "thoughts behind the hood" because he is a pipe welder and he has to wear a welding hood...and he is alone with his thoughts...a lot...and he thinks of me...wheeeeeee.