This morning, just before heading to work, I got out my scuffed up brown Naturalizer shoes (circa 2000) and the little one-application brown shoe polish dealie I'd bought to touch them up. My husband said, "Here, let me do that." I said, "Why?" a little suspiciously, because he HATES these shoes; he calls them my "surfboard shoes." I was a little afraid he'd throw them away!
He said, "because you are all dressed nice for work and I don't want you getting that polish on your hands and your clothes."
And he polished my shoes for me, the ones he hates. Because he loves me.
I loves him too.
