I was stressing out about something, I don't remember what, something unimportant now but was sapping my energy then. I was frustrated, poor French Husband became my focal point, though he wasn't the reason for my attitude he certainly was getting my grief as I barked up his tree.
Then something in his eye calmed me. Thankfully some small goodness in me stopped and held his gaze. In that brief second I caught the lifeline back to the real shore of my being.
I asked for a hug. Sounds simple, sounds corny. But that hug soothed my rough edges, putting me back on track.
That is what I love about him he takes my thorns and allows me to bloom.