Sometimes, He Has Stuff to Say Too July 16, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Medical School, My Handsome Husband, Parenthood, Thoughts , 4commentsI’m a talker.
David’s a talker.
Together, we’re a chatty couple.
Most of the time, when David calls me on his way home from work, I start to data dump. (I rarely meet my daily word quota before he comes home, lucky for him!)
A few days ago, I was sharing the woes of my day. (The laundry! The dishes! Hannah’s not listening! Busy man Dallin is into everything! I’m exhausted!) Really, really, big woes I tell you.
After listening to me rant for 30 minutes straight, I asked him about his day.
He was coming home from a children’s hospital.
The surgeon he works with is a transplant surgeon. They were harvesting organs from a five year old boy.
In that moment, I realized that I had no woes.
Not one.
And for once, he needed me to listen to him more than I needed to talk.
