1. For Lent, my husband and I have started praying a daily Rosary. We had been really good about it for a long time, but when we moved to the new place in October, it just threw our schedule off, and we never picked it back up. Lent is always a good time to renew your prayer life, so we've finally started this good habit again.
The other day, while we prayed, Sly insisted on sitting in my lap. He was facing towards me, just sorta talking to himself most of the time. When we reached the "Hail, Holy Queen" at the end, and spoke the line, "O Clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary...", I struck my breast three times, as you do. Sly's eyes got wide, and a huge, delighted grin lit up his face. Mommy was punching herself! What fun! He then began beating me with his own fists and laughing, which of course just caused me to crack up too. Tom valiantly tried to keep leading his family in prayer, but I just couldn't get any more words out.
2. A couple nights ago, Tom had fallen asleep before me, as usual. I was caught up in my re-reading of one of the Little House books, and couldn't put it down. When I finally turned out the light, I slid over to snuggle my soundly-sleeping husband for a bit. I was filled with a sudden gratitude for this wonderful man God had put in my life. I just began thanking God for him, and realizing how amazing it was that He had made us both, and then brought us together to love each other. As I'm in the midst of this rapture of loving feelings towards him, Tom suddenly snaps angrily, "Can you move over?! I have, like SIX inches of the bed!!". It was as he'd struck me. I quickly rolled over to my side, trying very hard not to cry. Of all the times that he had to be mean!
I was upset about it that night...but the next day, we were both laughing about it :-)