My husband and I were sitting in the living room. Just passing the night away after work.
He and I started talking about my passions. My passions. The things I enjoy doing. And the things I get excited about trying. The things that he always humors me about. I was talking about one thing or another, and stopped.
I looked at him and told him he never talks about his passions. And I wished he would.
My husband, always the pauser before talking, responded without hesitation.
He replied, quite matter of factly, that I was his passion.