Among other things, I am suffering form severe depression and as anyone with depression knows, a dark veil covers one's whole world and not a speck of light is able to come in.
But wait, this is not about depression or anything else dreary so do not stop reading!
Tonight I was about to write a status update on Facebook (about celebrating the end of George's busiest part of his busy season at work: aka We Never See Each Other Season) and how I'm thrilled to be spending time with Mein Schnecken.
George is of German decent and each time he calls me on the phone or comes in the door for as long as I can remember, he calls up to me and says "Hello Liebschen!" Liebschen is German for sweetheart; it was one of the first things he said to me when he awoke from his coma in September. I am thankful to be called Liebschen many times a day; I don't think I hear him call me "Kelly" unless he is trying to wake me up.
So I of course I have a German name that I call him. I'm not sure how I chose it, but it the movie The Birdcage did have a part in it. This movie always makes me smile.
Later, George came home, I shared I what I had discovered and after a good laugh, we Googled "Schnecken." I was relieved that Wikipedia had THIS article at the top of the list saying that in fact Schnecken is a type of sweet bun that was served in the early 1900's by Jewish immigrants and the pastry is in the shape of a snail.
So I will continue to call George, "mein Schnecken," but we will always have a laugh about the snail part.
Man, it felt good to laugh like that.