Me: "Do you know what would be great for moving our clothes? One of those..."
Josh: "Wardrobe boxes?"
Me: "Yeah. Didn't we..."
Josh: "Use those last time we moved? Yes, we did."
Me: "We didn't..."
Josh: "Save them? Yes. They're in the garage attic."


That, ladies and gentlemen, is love. Not only can my husband read my mind in the moment, he can read it in the past, too.


Once upon a time I thought true love was passion and romance and flowers. (And indeed, sometimes it is.) But what means more to me now, after 6 1/2 years of marriage...? That my husband held onto, for most of those 6 1/2 years of marriage, wardrobe boxes. Because he innately knew someday I'd ask him if he did.