Advertising and husband love

 

My husband's first words to me were about advertising. I'd just opened my eyes to see him begin his morning semi-stagger to the bathroom.

No, good morning, I love you or I'm getting you tea.

And that is why I love him. It's the wide variety of subjects we delve into. Each of us have been introduced to ideas, books, movies, sports, etc. we might not have gone into with the same depth had we not been in each other's lives. Some come out of nowhere. Others arrive from existing interests or something we've spied and want to share.

And the love appears when it is least expected.

Yesterday I was in the small grocery store/post office in Collonge-Bellerive.

The Afghani behind the counter remembered me, although I hadn't been in for a while. Conversation follows:

Me: I haven't seen you for a while, but I haven't been in.

Him: Usually it's your husband.

Me: He likes shopping better than I do.

Him: He's a very, very nice man.

Me: I know. I'm so lucky to have him.

Him: You are, but so is he to have you.

With that he gave me my change for the stamps I'd bought to mail three letters one each to the U.S. France and Switzerland.