Yesterday, the beau and I bought our plane tickets and booked our hotel reservations for a friend’s wedding I’m in next month. He called me before he finished with the tickets.
“File this under, ‘Things I should know …’ What’s your middle name? How do you spell it?”
I laughed and told him. “Ann, no E … So, what did you think it was?”
“Esmerelda,” he said, without missing a beat. “But I know I’d have misspelled it.”
Once upon a time, I can see me being furious that he didn’t know that after nearly two years. Today, I thought it was pretty funny.
Maturity is a wonderful thing.