…finding ways to make each other laugh when maybe no one else would think it's funny.
On weekends when I take a shower and he's sitting at his computer in the office directly across from the bathroom, he wolf-whistles as I step out naked from the shower. It's a silly little thing he always does and after nineteen years I say 'thank you" as automatically as he whistles at me without even turning away from the monitor.
This morning, as I stand there, kick off my slippers, still fully-robed, he stands in the hall with the last of our conversation and a cup of coffee. I pull off a kneesock. He whistles. I stare down at my bare foot and up at him and we laugh.
See? I knew that no one else would think it's funny.
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