He Knows Me So Well

Shaun came home from work the day and greeted me with a hug and a kiss as he always does.  As he released me from his embrace, he mentioned that he could tell I still wasn’t feeling very well.  I had been sick with a particularly nasty cold and was trying my best to pretend I felt good. 


“You want to know how I know?” my Beloved asked.  I assumed it had something to do with my pale complexion, wads of tissue and ratty old yoga pants.  “It’s because of how you are breathing.” he said. 


Apparently I have a certain way of breathing when I don’t feel well.  He demonstrated it for me, and all I could do was laugh.  You know that you have been married for a really, really long time when your husband can tell how you feel by simply listening to the way  you breath. 


(We are going to pretend that this conversation never happened the next time I tell him he’s not paying enough attention to me!)

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2 Responses to He Knows Me So Well

  1. Mrs. G. says:

    Now that’s love!

  2. Pamela says:

    I’m catching up on my reading for a bit (while it is hot outside) … and realized that your posts close down their comment section after awhile.

    Has your daughter been at Whitman this year or is she headed here?

    My husband knows when I’m feeling punk, too. I don’t think I breathe different — but I’m sure cantankerous. ha ha.

    I grew up southeast of Seattle, so I know those lovely shady roads from my past. The smell of the damp musky growth under the trees is such a pleasant aroma in my mind. One of my favorite little wild flowers was the wild ginger —

    Oh those doggy smiles ~ who can resist

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