He bought me socks.

Not the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me...or is it? I had been griping under my breath morning after morning, because it seems like no matter how many pairs of socks I buy for myself I can never find a pair when I need them. All of the laundry will be done, and my socks are gone...poof...which makes my already hectic mornings that much more hectic! Being that work is the ONLY place that I wear socks, I really don't think about them until I am getting ready for work which is why I was surprised when my husband came home looking VERY proud of himself one evening. He handed me a bag and said, "I bought you a present." He rarely just buys me stuff on a whim, so I was a bit surprised and a whole lot excited. I hugged him, kissed him, and opened the bag with great anticipation. "It's socks," he says and so it was. A bag with about 7 pair of socks in it was my present. I thanked him without much fervor secretly wishing it had been something a bit more exciting or romantic, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks! What could BE more romantic? He knew that I had a need, and without me asking he had fulfilled it. Shame washed over me for my ungratefulness, and I immediately hugged him with all of my strength. So many of us get hung up on what we WANT and not on what we NEED. We need someone to listen to us, anticipate our needs, and respond even to the unspoken ones. We need someone to buy us socks.