We differ in important ways as well. Too much similarity is boring, after all. He is not a huge sci-fi fan, and I am not a fan of dramas, real or on the big screen. Husband is probably more trusting than I am, but my cynicism keeps our canoe from being stolen.
The biggest thing we have in common is our pragmatic approach to life. Neither one of us is particularly demonstrative when it comes to greeting card holidays or just about any other milestone, mostly because we've learned that the pager takes precedence over romantic dinner plans. Grand gestures on specific calendar days have never been that important to either of us. Instead we fill our lives, all year long, with the small things that make our hearts soar. We share this secret language, that we have grown over time, with our best good friends, who learn it and, hopefully, tolerate it as simply a part of knowing us.
For example, today, on this day of hearts and tokens and sweet gestures, it was more important I understand that when Husband asked for a small bowl of ice cream...
What he meant was, he'd like a small bowl with ice cream in it.
Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetie.
