My wife and I went to a nice
Italian restaurant Tuesday evening to celebrate my year of better choices. We were having a nice evening, smelling the ocean air and enjoying the
sun setting when she raised her wine glass to toast
and tell me how proud she was of me. I was on
Then she goes on to say how much she
loves
me and how
thankful
she is that I am willing to pay for her training to become a
yoga instructor
She has been training for this all week. She will have about 54 hours in this week and she is only about a fourth of the way there. I tell her "no problem"
babe
You have been doing
for years and it has really paid off on
date night
And although it is a bit pricy, I am so
proud of you for giving up a lot of your
summer vacation to do this. I am proud of you for working the desk a few hours a week too so you can get free yoga lessons.And I am so blessed, as your
husband
that you are taking the training so you can teach it as a ministry at
church 
Then she throws the
Y-BOMB
......" Babe, I have something to ask you..."
"Honey
will you be my first student?"ME?...in a
yoga outfit....





wouldn't that be hysterical?!





Not saying a word... 

