There seem to be days at time (based on call schedule and rotations) when RB and I never get a chance to sit down and talk. Like last night- RB needed to get to bed early and I needed to go grocery shopping. So we, like our cooler, younger siblings, have to resort to texting if we feel something is worth sharing.
Here, for instance, is the message from last night:
"...and if any part of you smells like pee this morning, it's because Malcolm wet his bed then moved in to cuddle with you before I found him. Pretty sure it was a gallon's worth, so I doubt you escaped unscented. xoxo"