On Saturday night, after attending “Sips, Senses, and Goals” I came home and poured words and feelings and perceptions over Buds for at least an hour.
This is not an usual occurrence for him. When I need to process, I use him as the cheesecloth. As the less-wordy of the two of us, when I’ve gone over my word limit for the day, he’ll gladly share his extra words with me so I don’t go over quota.
I finally took a deep breath and sighed happily after sharing everything with him. It was complete because I had the experience then told Buds.
But then, on Sunday morning as we were engaged in our daily coffee ritual, he looked up at me in a conversational lull and asked, “Do you have anything else you’d like to share about your Sips and Smells from yesterday?”
He invited me to talk MORE!
If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.