Our usual hearty breakfast fare of intercontinental spread. Now. This picture, was taken because I'd asked the husband to "make a heart for me". He gave me an incredulous face, but shrugged then tried to anyway. The froth did not take shape, but I was very touched that he even bothered at all. Sometimes (only seldom), I know I'm very girly/silly and make random requests that mean nothing to him, but may mean something to me. And when he bothers, it makes me happy. And after 10 years of dating and soon-to-be-6 years of being married, these things make me extremely happy. And grateful. So to this man who is so stoic and logical who obviously thinks I'm ridiculous at times yet obliges, indulges me, it matters. |
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