I love to talk.
For as long as I can remember, talking has been my favorite pastime. My teachers used to comment that I talked too much in class. Later on in middle school and high school, I became that chatty girlfriend of the group. Then in college, the thing my husband said he most loved about me was the way I could talk. I could work a room, making the shy ones feel included. I could talk to everyone from the college president to the bag boy at the local grocery store.
Although my husband loved my verbal skills when we were dating, it didn’t take him long on our honeymoon to have this thought: “When is she ever gonna stop talking?” In fact, he has decided, should I go before him, what he will put on my tombstone.
A period.
Yep, I’ll finally be done talking.