My husband has no issues

One day, early on in our marriage, my husband shared with me that he has no "issues." It took me by surprise, because c'mon, everyone has a few issues, right? But I had to admit, of all the people I know, David might be the one with the fewest issues of all.

He's a middle-born, easygoing, likeable, personable, loyal, dependable, hard-working, Jesus-following man. And he really doesn't care what people think about him. Nope. He got over caring what people thought about him while he was single for 42 years.

So I was hard-pressed to even find an area where he's unhealthy at all. Quirky, yes, at times, but aren't we all? Very early on in our relationship, I grew used to the idea that he would give a running commentary on anything he drove by. I knew within a few months, too, that he was a goofball of the highest sort. Always trying to play a joke on someone.

The only thing I could even come up with, really, is his competitive nature. And as a firstborn, I can relate. Except we "compete" for entirely different categories. He would like all of you to know that his cholesterol, after our healthy eating, is down to 133, for instance; his wife's is at 144. I could really care less.

I'm more concerned with beating him at Scrabble on a regular basis. Which, going into the marriage, I thought was doable. Since he doesn't take to reading the same way I do--and he really isn't in to writing. I was soooo wrong. He's a great Scrabble player, and at this point, we are 2-1, his lead.

So all I'm trying to say is, I married a man who has few issues to contend with. Which makes me a little jealous of his issueless life sometimes, but hey, I'm also grateful. He's not vanilla in the least--he knows what he likes and he loves to trying a bevy of new things, so we're cool.

But every once in awhile, he will send me little signals. And they are really delightful. One of the first non-verbals I noticed was the way, when I laid down across the small "snuggler" couch in the living room with my feet up, he would sit down in front of the couch, which is not really a comfortable place to sit. But he was telling me that he wanted to be near me, so I would reach out and put my hand on his shoulder, and he has repeated this small action several times.

The other day, another non-verbal cue to David's inner world came my way. I noticed, while my husband was making the bed, that he put the blanket over the comforter in our guest bedroom. And I thought this was a little strange, to be honest, because the comforter is very pretty. But the truth is, the husband often lies down in that bedroom, and what I eventually realized, is that the comforter is a bit too feminine for his tastes. So he started covering it up with a blue sort-of-plaid blanket, which made him feel so much better. It was a subtle way of adjusting his environment. But it really wasn't passive-aggressive at all. It just was. And that is the point, friends. David just is.

It's his wife who provides the drama that keeps his world spinning.

A beautiful arrangement indeed.