On our trip to Metz, France this weekend, as we were leaving the city, the GPS pointed out that we needed to take a right on Rue Clovis (Clovis Street).
I noticed this, of course, and being the nerd that I am, I said to myself, “A street named after Clovis. Awesome. He single-handedly changed the face of Europe. He’s a rock star!”
Before I could get too far into my reverie, Norm said, “Hey look, Stace – a street named Clovis. I know how much you love Clovis. Didn’t want you to miss this.”
Not only does Norm know me well enough to know that I love, love, love Clovis, but – even if Clovis doesn’t make Norm’s hit parade – Norm cares that I love Clovis.
Then, he slowed down so that I could take a picture of the street sign. Without complaining.
Isn’t it so special to know that there is one person in this world who knows all of these little things about you? That is the reward for a long and loving relationship. Very sweet. Now tell me, who the heck is Clovis? (giggle) xx
Stacy Lyn said:
It is a bonus, as I’m sure you know well. ❤