Sometimes I wonder if he listens. We are busy and currently excessively tired. Truth is he may not hear a lot of what I say, because I talk a lot. A lot.
But he knows me. He gets me. Better than anyone else. Last week he proved it.
Because he knew better than to get me jewelry, or flowers, or the need-to-have trend is the moment.
He knows I'm too
cheap practical to enjoy something that costs a lot and doesn't do anything.
So he got me something I could use. Something beautiful. Something I didn't need but he knew I wanted.
He got me the world.
Because Hubs? Gets me.