Love

Last night, D and I enjoyed our anniversary with a date. We went to a new restaurant (for us) and it was perfection. It has been deemed our new favorite.

D and I had some great, deep conversation going on as we drove to the restaurant. There was a running theme about our thankfulness that God has brought us this far, with far being an all-encompassing term (in love, spiritually, financially, emotionally, etc.).

I was rambling on, and talking about something in the medical world that is new to me, called Asperger's.

We were sitting at a stop light, and D whipped his head around, as in disbelief, and said, "What?!"

"Asperger's. It's a condition..."

Here is where D starts laughing so hard he can hardly drive.

So I say, "What is so funny?"

"Say it again."

"Asperger's."

Oh. Maybe it is my pronunciation of the word, so I try it differently, so maybe it doesn't sound so profane.

The reaction: more roars of laughter.

Then D asks, "Where do you think they got that name?"

So I respond, " It's usually the name of the person who discovered it."

To which D replies, "Wouldn't you have hated to grow up with that name? Hi, I'm Joe Asperger. Or, even better, Sergeant Asperger, reporting for duty. You know the guy could never be a preacher. Reverend Asperger."

So for the entire night, D would look at me over our romantic dinner and ever so often whisper, "Asperger."

Love is patient, love is kind...

Love is making each other laugh.