he bought me sweet tarts

and it made me laugh; comfort

is knowing you're loved.

I'm not a fan of the candy, per se, but I'm a fan of being known.  Sweet tart is sort of my personality - powdery pressed sugar aside.  He bought those, knowing I'd laugh, and that's enough, sometimes.  Knowing that you're known.

Just like yesterday he would have preferred to go with me on my walk but he knew I needed to be with a female friend, and process my day by walking down a path and seeing deer and watching as day became dusk and dusk became evening.  He knew that as much as I love him, sometimes walking with him is not easy, and sometimes I'm looking for easy.

Today, as I sit at my desk and begin my workday - I feel loved and understood.