Another reason I love him (or put up with him)

So I'm working on bookkeeping in my office. John opens the door and comes through the room. As soon as he opens the door, I hear him start singing Beaches of Cheyenne which is playing on my Pandora. (Love me some Garth, although is favorite sing along is Hank.)

Although we have a bit of differences in music (most of the time we like the same stuff - the only way we really differ is he's more into hard metal and I'm more into dance music), we are still pretty doggone compatible in that area.

Several times this week and last week, I knew what he was going to say before he said it - or knew what he was thinking without him saying a word.

So what is love? Isn't part of it just compatibility and the comfort in knowing each so well? And sometimes it's almost scary how well I know that man!!

And have I mentioned that he makes me laugh?