Warning: highly mushy content ahead.
My husband and I are sitting on the couch watching TV (Top Chef, one of our compromise shows – not scary for me, not any babies or wedding stuff for him). He looks over, “Will you do me a favor?”
We’ve done this routine many times in our 14 years of marriage. I don’t even need to ask what the favor is. I get up (a little grumpy), and bring him a glass of water. “Thank you, Boo,” he says and gives me a big smile. We continue to watch TV as we hold hands.
We say, “I love you” a lot to each other. But a glass of water is a coded message way of Jung asking, “Do you really love me?” My action answers and reassures him.