… belting out the words to “I’ll be there for you” at the Bon Jovi concert, and meanwhile your Hubs is pretending your butt is a 6-string guitar. … texting at 1 am because you “let him loose” for one night, and he’s managed to misplace his keys, his overnight bag, and possibly his dignity, and for some reason he thinks you can help him when you’re a 3-hour drive away. … buying clothes at Anthropologie without being asked how much you spent. In other words, understanding that every now and then a girl has to have a cute top. Or three. … knowing our wedding picture is still on his desk at work, even if it hides behind Star Wars figurines or a Geddy Lee bobblehead. … giving me a high-five when the guy beside me at the Gaslight Anthem concert gives me a free beer. Score! … keeping secrets...
