Questions. I've decided I have some kind of sick obsession with them. But you know, I'd rather share my predisposition with similar 2-year-olds, the olympic champions when it comes to asking questions ... than with some hermit who likes to eat his own toenails. Ehw... When you look at it that way, it's not so bad. =P

In the car on the way home yesterday, my husband and I were playing a question game we like to play. Basically, the rules are as follows:

1. Ask any question you'd like to ask.
2. Answer honestly.

Yep, that's about it. It's a pretty simple "game" we've grown to love and hate all at the same time. =P

So towards the end of the game, I asked..."If you could go back and be nicer to any one person in your life, who would it be?"

There was a long silence.

I saw my husband start to tear up.... At this point, I just KNEW I was going to learn something about him that I didn't know. That's what makes the game so great. In my mind I was picturing him beating up on some little nerdy kid, or telling the new guy in school that the last bathroom stall on the left was really where the cool kids hang out knowing that's where the principal took his morning dumps.... Seriously, my mind raced with the endless possibilities. All I had to do now was wait.... wait for that earth shattering answer to work its way up from his heart and spill out ... And here it came....

"Myself. I would have been nicer to myself."

It's true. As soon as he said it I kicked myself because I should have known. I've watched this man be self-sacrificing time and time again. I've seen him come down on himself so much harder than he would ever think to come down on another person. To be honest, it made me sad to know he felt like that. But, it also encouraged me to be more of a source of kindness and compassion for him. He deserves that.

Actually, we all do.

Alright... I better get to work... considering the fact that I'm at work and all... =P