Angie nodded, leaning on the counter to look at her son. "I know how that is too. I was an only child, used to being by myself. So during school, I'd get along with my friends, but I liked the times when I could sneak off by myself and just relax."
She grinned. "Then I started dating your father. I still wanted to be alone, but soon, alone meant with him. I was able to relax by myself, but when I was just with him, it was a whole new level of relaxing. We could sit and talk about everything, or not say anything at all. It was all the same."
Looking over at her son then, she blushed. She hadn't realized she'd been going on and on about her husband, and she was sure her son didn't want to hear all about it. "I'm sorry," she said a but sheepishly. "I know you don't want to hear about me gushing over your dad."