No Words

I often joke that Dan's Indian roots have made him a mind-reading-voodoo-witch doctor, and that he needs to stay out of my head.

Is it weird to say that we have entire conversations without a single spoken word?

For instance, there are times when I'll be sitting on the floor of our hospital unit, stomach starts growling, and I think, "Hmmmm..... Qdoba sounds good." Dan will immediately look at me, say that he's hungry, and that we should go to Qdoba.

Or in the car, making the long trip home, ("TMI" ALERT!) I'm silently wondering if my order from the Passion Party has arrived and has been sitting on our porch. He randomly chirps up and asks about what I ordered.

I swear, I am connected to that man in ways that there really are no words for.

I was sitting on the floor, thinking about a YouTube video that I watched years ago, considering different keywords of how I could possibly find it again just to show Dan. He looks at me within seconds and says, "Hey have you seen that one video where the guy dances backwards in slow motion to that one song....?"

Yesterday, I was upstairs making the bed while thinking, "Hmmm, Son is at that point where he needs new things to look at... I should purchase a mobile to hang over his bed...and I'm thirsty, probably dehydrated. I should go get some ice."

Moments later, Dan walks into our room, with four cups of ice, and says, "I think we need to get a mobile for Son's bed." I shake my head and tell him to stay out of it!!

This morning he woke up, looked at me, and said, "Hey."
I responded, "Yes I will get you ice."
He says, "Perfect," and rolls back to his side.

Maybe his super powers are rubbing off on me :).