It's Cute, Just Like You

The other night Beav texted me while he was at work to let me know he forgot to give me a present he got me. Of course, I couldn't wait until the next day to get it so I continued to push for him to tell me what it is. He repeatedly declined to let me know and stated that he doesn't think I am going to like it so he is not going to tell me because he doesn't want to get mad. Instantly, my mind starts racing and thinking what could it be and if he didn't think I would like it than why would he get it for me? I realized that he just put in an order for some knives for a fellow cop and himself so I asked if he bought me a knife. Ding Ding Ding! I got it. I asked why he bought me a knife and he said, "Because it is small and cute just like you." Now I am proud owner of a small and "cute" knife" that he wants me to carry around with me in my bag. It's amazing how we lived 23 years pretty safe and within 2 months he needs to carry a gun with him at all times and he is giving me knives to protect myself. How life changes...