As we drove home from a doctor’s appointment, I noticed the speedometer slowly creeping upward. “Uh, honey, the speed limit is 40 here,” I commented, looking over to see husband’s response. For some strange reason, he wasn’t always receptive to my driving suggestions.
Dear sweet hubby reached over and patted my knee. “Susie, you can criticize my driving all you want,” he said softly, love shining through the words. “I don’t mind anymore.”
Oh, boy, is he ever going to regret that statement!