My husband is a genius.
In times of trouble and strife,
he is always there to pick me up.
Well after twenty years together you would hope so.
Take this morning for example.
I woke early with my eldest daughter who fled the nest yesterday,
weighing heavily on my mind.
No moping in bed for me.
Today I was going to be strong.
No more tears.
Then I went downstairs and saw her open bedroom door,
her empty room,
the smell of her perfume.
For a moment my resolve weakened but I rallied.
I could do this.
Into the kitchen I went,
to my loving caring partner of many years.
How well he knows me.
As he held me in a lovely good morning hug.
I felt myself beginning to crumble.
Tears began to sting my eyes.
“I was looking around our bedroom and thinking,
if you put your own clothes away the kids might learn to do the same!”.
Needless to say the red mists descended,
and I forgot all about our missing daughter.
….Maybe he does know me well after all,
or maybe men do not improve with age?