One Thing

"If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?" I asked my husband as he gave me a rare hug before heading off to bed - much earlier than I can ever sleep.

He didn't even hesistate. "It's not my job to change you," he said. His voice and face both told me he was serious.

I laughed, totally delighted with the perfect, diplomatic answer.

"It's not," he insisted.

Then, encouraged by my levity, from a safe distance away behind the bedroom door, he smirked, "That's fraught with danger."