I looked out the window and, yeah, more snow (blech!) but, I noticed something else; something I missed, while shutting off the lights and waiting for my husband to come to bed, at 4:30 this morning.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

Actually, this time, my son kicked me in the head, the dog rolled over my legs and, well, I couldn't really blame my husband for falling asleep on the couch, again.

"Oh, look, Mr. Cardinal has gone food shopping with Mrs. Cardinal."

My husband, Garth [not his real name] and I could totally relate.  In fact, shopping for groceries, or running to the corner for the paper and our weekly runs to Home Depot are the few times that we get to spend together, alone (sort of) except, maybe, the shower (you're welcome!) so, yeah, we do a lot of our shopping, together.

"I picked up some seed and filled up your bird feeder, last night."

We stood there, in silence and each smiled, as Mrs. Cardinal scratched and pecked, while Mr. Cardinal stood by and watched.

"Thank you for taking care of my birds."

He put his arm around my waist.

"You're welcome."

And, considering the precipice that formed between us, last week, I was more than happy to just stand there and, you know, let him.

"I wish you didn't have to go to work, today."

[frowning]

"Me, either!"

What...oh...yeah...I bet most folks think that bird watching...in Jersey...only happens whenever someone flips you one, right?

"Stupid bank!"

As it should be.