Yes, Master

Early this morning my husband rolled over and he said, "You are the prettiest and nicest girl in the whole world." 

I said thank you. 

He said, "It's true."

I said, "Even the nice part?" 

He said yes. Followed by, "Nobody wants someone who just says yes, master to everything. Well, except on the weekends." 

I chuckled. 

I have been challenging him a lot in the last year. He and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum on some topics and we don't always communicate effectively or understand one another very well. I used to be more of a yes, master, wife. I rarely challenged him or disagreed. 

He has made some comments in the last couple of years about how little we have in common. I am such a chameleon, he rarely knows what's going on in my head or how to keep up with me. There have been times lately when I have wondered if he ever felt like we were too different or I had changed too much and wasn't who he fell in love with, anymore. 

His half asleep comment this morning confirmed that he enjoys the mystery. He likes that I am a challenge now and then. Apparently it keeps things interesting. 

All I can think is, that's a relief!