My Husband, the Ultimate Concierge By Susan “Honey” Good As I stare out the window of our American flight from Panama to Scottsdale on our way to our grandson MichaelΓÇÖs high school graduation, I begin to think of the next important family occasion. It is my husband, ShellyΓÇÖs birthday, June 4. As I continue my thoughts, ΓÇ£What will I buy ΓÇÿmy special guy’?ΓÇ¥ I suddenly feel his hand take my mine and give me ΓÇÿour hand signalΓÇÖΓǪ 7 short squeezes. The message, ΓÇÿI love you with all my heart.ΓÇÖ And he truly does, darlings. He releases my hand, only after I reciprocate with 7 squeezes, and goes back to reading his book on the Mexican cartel and I take out my laptop to share with you darlings, one of the lovely secrets of our marriage. I have my very own private concierge! Do I require one? What darling wouldnΓÇÖt! My husband, Shelly, should be awarded, Concierge of the Year! I kid you not!┬áIf he applied with ten other applicants for the position of head concierge at the famous George V Hotel or The Ritz in Paris I have no doubt he would be the winner! My husbandΓÇÖs middle name, darlings, is ΓÇÿcaretakerΓÇÖ! And I am the recipient! One day I laughingly commented to a close friend, ΓÇ£I am so lucky. Shelly helps me with everything, even when I donΓÇÖt ask. I have my own private concierge!ΓÇ¥ She replied, ΓÇ£Wait a while! You havenΓÇÖt been married long enough. You eventually will get tired of that and one day roar like a lioness!ΓÇ¥ Have I roared? No way, darlings! How can you roar at a husband whose middle name is ΓÇÿcaretaker’? He has been my concierge since we married. When he was working full time as the CEO of his company he still had time to engage in my life, nonstop! Now he is working less, so can you imagine, darlings, the services he provides! For starters, he prepares and serves me my first cup of coffee, in my French flowered coffee cup, in bed, each morning. He says he makes the best coffee!┬áHe books our dinner reservations last minute, because he knows everyone knows his name. He walks Orchid, our pooch, each night, keeping me out of harmΓÇÖs way. He was my Florence Nightingale when I broke my ankle and I swear, darlings, never complained for 6 months! He is my personal driver because I like it that way! I am not a wife who ever says, ΓÇ£IΓÇÖll drive!ΓÇ¥ He responds to all my requests, taking care of my deliverables: gifts, flowers, premium theatre tickets, travel arrangements and he pays all my expenses! He resolves and remedies all my problems and would never forget to open my car door! Quite frankly,┬ánow that he is not working as hard, I sometimes feel he has ownership over my life because I have not begun to fill you in on ΓÇÿeverythingΓÇÖ my ultimate concierge does for me! Do I always like it this way? There are occasions, that I do have to bite my tongue! And there are other occasions I cannot keep quiet and I will say with a half smile,┬áΓÇ£Why do you have to be so involved in my life? Why do you do everything for me?ΓÇ¥ His answer is always, the same. And, darlings, I always meltΓǪ┬áHe looks up at me with his blue eyes and says,┬á”Because I care.ΓÇ¥ And, it is true, he does! I just read him this story becauseΓǪ I read him most of my stories because he tells me to change a sentence, a word or a thought!┬á In todayΓÇÖs story, my ultimate concierge told me my grandsonΓÇÖs name Michael should not have an apostrophe!┬áHe listens so closely ΓǪ he cares. When I finish reading he says with a chuckle,┬áΓÇ£It is my pleasure being your ultimate concierge because you reward me with the ultimate paymentΓǪyou care!ΓÇ¥ I smile. I decide I am going to frame this story and give it to him for his birthday.┬áI close my laptop; stare out the airplane window … And darlings, that is why I told you he would make the perfect hotel concierge.┬á He truly cares.