Yesterday, I got lost taking Hannah to her friend's house. I had a throbbing toothache, cramps, and some digestive malady. By the time I finally got home, all I wanted to do was cry. When you saw me, you must have read my face, because you stood quickly and I was in your arms before I could shed my purse and coat. I barely got out the words "my tooth hurts" before you were helping me out of my coat and into bed. You held me while my stress and pain came out as tears. You kissed my forehead, cheeks, and neck, telling me all the while how much you love me, and how you wished you could make it better. You ate ramen for dinner that night, because I had failed to stop and pick something up at the store.
One would think that when you left the house to go get some necessities, you would be happy to leave that kind of scene behind for a moment. You might take the opportunity to think about something else, listen to music, or spend a few moments looking at things in the store that interest you. One would think. But when you came home, you had the things on the list you went for, and two extras - a "Square Pegs" DVD you thought I might like, and a new pill caddy. For me. It was a thoughtful gift, something I needed but kept putting off. Something you NOTICED I needed.
Thank you for loving me all the time, even when I'm hurting and unreasonable. Thank you for showing me you care by remembering the little things.
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