Love in a tea mug.

I have been knitting couch covers that I promised Husband.  Our couches are blue, and he wanted blue covers. 

He likes blue.  Blue is fine, but I am going to take a break between covers.  I'm doing light blue. Dark blue. Windsor blue. Robin's egg blue Sky blue. Navy blue. Blue, blue, blue... And for a true thrill, variegated blue!

You get the idea.  I am taking short breaks with other projects, (sock blog coming, hopefully with pics), but I keep on this because I know he'd really like the set to match. And I'd like it done sooner than later.

I have noticed though, when I am knitting, he'll check if I have a cup of tea.  If not, he nearly unfailingly asks if I would like some.  Now, tea isn't a huge deal, I suppose...  But he knows I am a heavy tea drinker, and I tend to focus when I am knitting this project, especially the navy blue! 

But he has figured out I enjoy the tea when I get up, too.  He asks if I would like some while my brain is working towards "awake". (He generally gets up a good two hours before I do.  I really don't want to get up at 4...)

Again, he doesn't HAVE to do it, I am functional enough to get tea made.

But he loves me.  And wants me to enjoy my tea.

And you know something?  I think the tea tastes a bit better when he's made it. Maybe it's just because I know he cares.

It's nice, either way...