My Secret Happiness

I secretly like when Mr. Daphnewood talks in his "medical language". Last night he came home in the middle of the night even though he was on call. He decided to take a chance and try to sleep a little. Of course the pager went off around 3am and he in his groggy state called the hospital. Immediately when he was connected to the nurse that was paging him, he lost all tiredness and fell into this rhythmic dialogue of issuing orders. He handled the situation so professionally and in a world I do not understand. When I first met Mr. Daphnewood he was a diamond in the rough. He was a crude Texan and I had more education than him with only a single year of college under my belt at the time of our meeting. Most of my family had objections to our pending marriage. Only my mother and one aunt (my beloved roo) stood by me, trusting my judgment. Mr. Daphnewood and I are still married (15 years now) and very happy. And seeing him speak in this language in the middle of the night brings me such secret happiness because it shows how far he has come. He has made his dreams happen. He is living them now with me by his side. Can it really get any better than this?