Unspoken language

I woke up dark and early as usual for work this morning. It's recently been becoming a struggle to put my knee-high support hose on before I get out of bed, but I've managed to do it thus far without any trouble, but it's getting harder. This morning as I was putting them on Matt gently stirred next to me, leaned over and rubbed my back, and in his sleepy voice said, "do you want me to help you baby?". It was pitch black in the room, he couldn't even see what I was doing, but he knew and he was willing to help despite the frustration I'm sure was there for being woken up. I don't know why, but that made my day. It means so much to me that he can often anticipate my needs without me saying a word and is more than willing to do what he can to help me. It's that sort of unspoken language that develops over time. The language that you can almost see being spoken in silence between an elderly couple at a store or restaurant. Where thoughts are anticipated, needs are met, words are few but volumes are spoken. I admire that and it excites me to see our language growing and developing in a culture all its own.