Woke up to about a teaspoon of coffee in our coffee container.
Neil & i looked at each other.
What do we do?
He valiantly gets his shoes & keys & offers to go to Second Cup - right down the road - & pick up more beans. Do i just want the beans? Or do i want him to get me a fancy coffee?
My heart skips a beat as he looks at me expectantly...
He has a glint in his eye like he's almost laughing at me.
Maybe he's remembering the time when he sent me into the movie store to pick up a movie. We lived in a town - (village?) of *maybe* 500 & some guy renovated his front porch into a movie store. He had some shoe racks with about a dozen movies that he rented out... (if i'm exaggerating, it's not by much...) Anyway, Neil was our resident movie pick-er-out-er, but that day, he'd had enough & he sent *me* in to find something...
45 minutes later. FORTY-FIVE minutes later, i came out with nothing. i couldn't pick. He laughed, bound into the store and out again in 30 seconds with some random movie in his hands.
My man, the mover and the shaker.
And me. Completely disabled by decision making.
Funny, since i've made some pretty tough ones over the years - homeschooling being one of them...
Anyway - back to the coffee...
"i don't know..." i blush... it's first thing in the morning & i'm caught off guard. It's such a simple question - & yet...
He looks at me & says, "Honey. If it were the best day of your life, what would happen?" He grins.
Why does he do that?
Because he loves me.
He wants to be the knight in shining armour that makes my day perfect.
He slips on his shoes & leaves.
5 minutes later, he's back. Vanilla bean latte in one hand & a bag of Paradiso coffee beans in the other.
My knight in shining armour. Saves me from the perilous land of decision making yet again...