To choose or not to choose

Sometimes when my husband and I decide to go out to eat, it really doesn’t matter to me where we go. I’m just happy to be going out and happy to be with him. Sometimes I’ll say, “You pick a place.” I decide not to choose, which is still making a choice—to let him choose. Most of the time, he chooses well.

 

In that case, I’m happy with what he decides because I know will he make a good choice.