The Husband is not a mind reader.
So, three weeks before The Anniversary, I said, “Honey, I’d like you to send me flowers. At work. On the Friday before our anniversary. Thank you.”
Later, I made a slight change, which I hoped wouldn’t confuse him. “Honey, I’ve changed my mind. I’d like you to send me a bouquet of chocolate-covered strawberries. On Friday. To my office. Thank you.”
On Friday, I fretted. And so did my co-workers. They were very concerned for his safety.
But he came through for me. And, even though I had to ask, he actually TOOK ME SERIOUSLY. I married a man with the teeniest of romantic bones in his stick-thin body, but he knew it was important, made it happen and that meant the world to me.
Almost more than actually staying married to me for a whole five years.