Mr. Robinson ‘hired’ me to take professional photos of his financial advising team this morning. When I say hired, I mean he didn’t pay me. And then it started to rain on us in the park downtown. But I suppose I’ll let that slide since I’m married to the man.
It’s interesting, for as well as I know him, and as much as I’m around him, it’s rare that I am at his place of work. His territory. In fact, it’s been probably over a year since I’ve been to his office now that the annual family Christmas party was moved to a home. He likes to tell me which streets to take, how to find the easiest parking, and how to get in and out of the building.
Sweet boy, I think he forgets that I’ve been downtown in T-town for the better part of 35 years- long before he even set foot in this lovely town of ours. But don’t tell that to my native Miami husband. He likes to think I would be lost with out him. And the truth is, I probably would.