Last night during a conversation Bob told me: "I think you're brilliant. You're analytical and creative in a way no one else is and I like that. I like the things you think about the world and how we live and why some things should change. You notice things other people don't notice. It's good."
It was part of a larger discussion that was less than ideal as far as smooth communication is concerned, and to hear it in that moment was a true gift. He's a wonderful man--always--and yet he still manages to surprise me. To truly see me. To love me well even when I often don't give him credit for it.
I feel loved. And I intend to enjoy it.
