On Friday my husband blessed my heart tremendously by posting a very kind birthday message on Facebook and here. His words, perhaps, gave you one perspective of our marriage. Now here's a completely different angle.
Last night as we were supposed to be heading to bed, I somehow stumbled on a video for the Buttercup, a little jar that (as advertised) allows you to make your own butter quickly and easily. Dave meandered around, tidying up while I watched, entranced. When the video ended...
Dave: All right, to bed.
Me: A Buttercup! That's so cute!
Dave: A buttercup is a flower.
Me: But you can make your own butter!
Dave: It's just... butter. Who cares?*
Me: No, you don't understand! I've always wanted to make my own butter, ever since I was little and first read about Laura doing it!
Dave: That's not how Laura did it.
Me: (Laughing) I am a romantic. I have to romanticize these things.
Dave: (Grinning) And I'm here to balance you out.
Me: You're not balancing me out; you're squelching me!
Dave: (Mockingly) Ever since I read about Henry Ford I wanted to make my own car!
Me: You used to read?**
*I tend toward the foodie end of the spectrum, whereas Dave's more of a Kraft Mac 'n' Cheese guy.
**Married to a passionate reader, my husband again serves as my foil by generally doing no hobby-reading at all.