Do You Know Me?

I pulled the car into the garage after Sunday breakfast.
Do you know me?
Yes, You’re Jerry.
No, I’m Larry, your husband of 32 years.  And I love you with all my  heart.
She looked at me strangely.
Let’s go in.  It’s hot out here.

This was another moment to let her heart hear what her brain sometimes cannot.  And to let my heart hear it, too.