I call him...The Top.
Solid he is. And humble. So humble. I think that's what I admire most about him.
I call us... My Wink, His Smile. That's how it's always been for us. He winks at me; it makes me smile at him.
I picture us this same way in our eighties. Some rainy, autumn evening when we're having breakfast for dinner, I'll warm up a few scones to go with the overcooked omelets, and Spoke, with his head in the refrigerator, will say, "We're out of marmalade!"
I'll pause; he'll have me for a split second, but then he'll turn and wink. I'll smile.
I'll smile because I love orange marmalade.
And I love him.
"You used to call me the top....."
from You Turned The Tables On Me by Louis Alter and Sidney D. Mitchell, 1936