Today we were out eating lunch together, as a family. I told Scott three things I wanted, and told him to choose for me, and he did.

When our food came out to our table, the lady asked if we wanted fresh grated cheese (we were at the Olive Garden), and, for some reason, I looked at Scott as if he was supposed to answer the question for me. He nodded, and I said "yes, please," to the lady.

I sort of thought about it later and realized how odd it may have looked to the lady. I realize this type of thing happens between us all the time. I just never really noticed it, I guess.

Maybe it just comes naturally with the lifestyle we live and love.