A few days ago I was cooking and he walked up and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back.  Usually he would kiss me kiss me firmly, but he just studied my face.  I stood there, arms limp at my sides with a knife still in hand, face tilted straight up to the ceiling, lips parted, neck exposed.

I think he surveyed me for two whole minutes.  There was a brief flash of what was almost a grin and then he just walked away.

My man knows me so well…

I could think of nothing else until we finally got the kids to sleep.