The husband isn’t the most overtly romantic person, but it’s all good. We don’t quite fit into conventional gender roles. I’m the one with the comic book predilection. He’s been known to wear skirts. We have never celebrated Valentine’s Day together. We don’t wear (or own) wedding rings. And he never did bring me flowers. But every now and then he surprises me with something super sweet (aside from his amazing apple galettes), that shows how well he really knows me. Today I woke up to find a folder labeled “the reason you get up in the morning” smack dab in the middle of my desktop. In it was a local copy of the Scrabble game I’ve become so addicted to, but was unable to access yesterday…as the site had temporarily exceeded its bandwidth limit. The husband had seen how badly I was jonesing for it, so after midnight he pulled up the site and copied down the files for me. Finding it (even more than playing it) made my day.