Husbands

You know, every once in a while they do something so sweet you just want to spread them on toast and eat them.

Several posts ago I featured my children’s poem that won third prize in a contest. Usually my dear spouse says little or nothing about my writing accomplishments and when I showed him the certificate and the check for this one he said, “Wow, very nice.” That’s his standard response for many things including when he can’t understand the rapid chatter of one of the grand kids.

But that was okay with me. I was pleased with myself for placing at all and I put the certificate in the 2012 folder where I’ve begun collecting proof of sales, etc.

A few days later while I was cleaning up the kitchen from lunch I heard him go up the stairs. I soon  followed and he called to me from the office / bedroom where I write.

“What?” I answered.

“Come in here, it will be easier to show you.”

He then asked where my certificate was. He’d found a nice shiny black frame for it which he now held up.

Placing in the contest was nice, but having my sweetie go to the trouble of finding a way to display it was – blueberry jam sweet. That’s a picture of it on the left, no longer in the folder, but out there for the world to see.

I wonder what he’ll do when the first royalty check comes for the mystery I signed a publishing contract for last week?

Love you, Honey