You know, I get asked a thousand questions by a thousand people every single day. Where is this, where is that, what’s for dinner, do we have this, did I do whatever, what can somebody do, why something is like something, is there enough of a thing, do I know about whatever... And one of the things that makes my husband absolutely magical is that he just gets it’s not about asking the right question, it’s about not needing me to answer a question or for me to tell him to do anything.
Case in point, I was sick all week last week. He didn’t ask me “how can I help?” or “what do you need me to do?” even once. He looked at me, knew I was getting sick, and just supported me. He brought home a magazine he thought I’d like. He brought home my favorite snack. I went in to take a shower because I was in pain, I came out to find he had set up my massage mat to lay on. I make everything from scratch in our house but guessed I hadn’t made bread. He loaded the bread machine and ran it. I mentioned I was running low on a medication, he refilled and picked it up when he went to get the kids from school. I didn’t ask him, he just did it. He left a letter for me in the bathroom. When I fell asleep, he charged my tablet. He even knows I’m secretly obsessed with Meghan Markle, he came home with lotion and face wash some article said she used so I could “freshen up like a Duchess.”
No questions, just a thousand little things that showed he’s looking out for me. There was actually a point where I was feeling like absolute death on the couch, but there I was slathered in new lotion, eating candy under my favorite blanket, wearing my most comforting clothes, and I looked at him sitting on the other end of the couch and I just thought “that’s him, he’s my husband” and just felt so... Good. Safe. Happy. Understood. Loved.
I don’t know if you call it anticipating needs or being attentive or showing your union is a true united team, but whatever it is... Give me that over a question any day of the week.