He told me he loved me last night before going to sleep. I said, “I love you, too.” Sort of in the we’ve-been-married-13-years-and-this-subject- is-pretty-much-covered-and-I-am-reading-a-good-book-over-here sort of way.
Then I said, “thank you for taking us up to Estes Park today. I love-love-love that town. There is just something about that town and the scenery and the little shops and the people and the snow…. and…. and….”
Laughingly, he pointed out that I was way more enthusiastic about our trip to the mountains than telling him good-night.
Feeling a bit guilty, as I returned to my book, the thought occurred to me that I wouldn’t have enjoyed Estes Park nearly as much if I hadn’t been sharing the day with him.