She asked me, "how do you know he's special?"

I laughed. That was a loaded question.

 "How did I know he was special?" 

I asked more slowly, to myself. 

The question hung in the air like a thick fog. The answer landed in my lap like a ton of bricks. 

"He bought me a teapot." I replied, a slow grin creeping across my face. 

"A little white China teapot with tiny blue flowers all around. Who's handle sits on the side and the spout on the front. It came from his trip to Japan. That's when and how I knew he was special." 

She balked at me, unable to understand the logic behind the statement.