When we were first married I found it frustrating...He'd say, "Why do you need curtains if you have blinds? Isn't it all about function??" "No dear, it's NOT all about function." Thankfully, he was relatively content to let me feather our nest...and doesn't really protest my none functional additions.
And over the years it's become sort of a game that I find hilarious now...instead of frustrating. He'll come home and I'll say, "I decorated for Spring today....Do you notice anything different?" He'll look around...and if he's really stumped (ie. I didn't move any major furniture) he'll say, "Where? In this room??" Sometimes, I help him narrow it down...sometimes (rarely) he notices...but generally he says it looks "nice" and agrees he'd never have noticed on his own.
As jobs have changed and stresses have increased...I know he considers our home a haven of rest, more now than ever before. I know that it's probably more about the tidiness and tone of the place...the meals, the kids...that creates that for him. BUT, I like to tell myself that the beautiful feathers I've added...my love of red, turquoise, music and bird watching...are part of what allows him to relax and recharge at the end of a long hard day at war with the work world.
He does notice the beautiful he should notice...FYI. When I come down the stairs on Sunday mornings...he always looks up and says, "Oh Honey, You look nice!" And he stands up and kisses my forehead (he knows I don't like smeared lipstick kisses). HA! Sometimes, he even says...."You smell nice too!"
"Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste." Song of Solomon 2:3