You guys know that one of my huge fears is that my boy will read this mess of mine. For a while now, so much of what I've written sounds like a love letter to him. (Thanks for indulging me, and still continuing to read.)
The other day, I sent him the link to the page with the most recent photos of Monte Sano. I didn't worry too much because he told me that he's really not interesting in read this. Fine by me.
Cut to yesterday, when I was reading the stats on the blog, and I saw that my numbers had almost doubled from when I last checked. (I am not obsessive compulsive. Really.) I saw that all the most recent hits were from my boy. Holy crap! I about had a heart attack. I called Wade, all freaked out that he would finally realize what a dork I am and run far, far away. I emailed him and said, "You're reading it, aren't you?" He emailed back that he was, just a little.
Last night when he called me, I told him that he had not been reading it "just a little", and that I could see which posts he was reading, and how long he spent on each page. I told him that I knew that he had spent almost an hour reading through various posts.
He seemed more taken aback that I knew all that detail on his activities than I felt about him reading this. I mean, I talked myself down some before he called me. Yes, this is a public site. Yes, I know people read it. And if there's something I want to hide, probably the best way to keep it secret is NOT to post it here.
He even read this post, which is the most honest I've been about how I feel about him. His reaction? "I'm glad I can be your safe place to land."
Ladies and gentlemen, do you see why I adore him so?
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