A Date

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm sitting at home.
My newly-returned husband is in Boise having lunch and seeing a movie with another girl.
Seems a touch unfair, don't you think?

But I'm not jealous. I trust this girl's intentions are good.

(Even if she is beautiful. And has a perfect complexion. And not even one extra pound on her frame.)

I'll bet he's helping her with her coat and opening the doors.
He's picking up the tab.
I can picture them holding hands and sharing treats.

And she's lucky. Because she is the only other girl I'll share him with.
And I'm happy that he has two girls who love him so much.
Me.





And her.