4 months ago, Morrison and I were in Oregon visiting BBQ for New Years, and I happened to see and want  this sweet little axe necklace.  Endlessly observant, a meticulous note taker, he made a note of it,  and months later, surprised me with it. I forgot I had even wanted it, but he remembered. Here is a reason why we are good: I do too many things, think too many things, feel too many things, want too many things, all conflicting, but he is there, remembering and noting it all, listening, cataloguing, so that he can, in moments when I need it the most,  remind me of what I want.  (Delicate gold axe necklace, CLEARLY.)