Listen = Love

He's telling me about an antique car some guy found in a junkyard. Only 5 of them in the world and 3 (or something like that) were crushed.

I'm only half listening.

But something nudges me, maybe it's that we're spending the day together to celebrate our 26th anniversary, and I stop what I'm doing and . . 

1. Look at him

His eyes are excited with the story.

2. I engage

It doesn't matter at all to me. Cars are cars. They get me from A to B.

But his eyes and the inflection of his voice make me smile.

3. I step toward him and nod.

And old junkyard cars that guys restore because there's just a few left in the world start to interest me.

Mean something to me.

Because he does.

Five Minute Friday