I woke up shortly before the alarm went off this morning, and I groggily noticed that Gary was already up. I could hear him moving quietly in the living room. It was chilly, but I was snuggly warm under the covers, and I started to roll over to get comfy again.
I couldn’t help but smile when I realized that Gary had tucked me in after he got out of bed.
I remember a man I worked with once telling me that he had commented to his wife that his fingers were getting really stiff from arthritis, and it was getting difficult for him to button his shirts. He said he caught her later in the closet, fussing with one of his shirts, and when he asked what she was doing, she looked embarrassed and said she was trying to stretch the buttonholes so he could button his shirts easier. He told me, “That is real love.”
There’s no ring, gift, flower bouquet, or anything that can possibly be bought with cash that could come close to gifts like being tucked in tight, or someone stretching your buttonholes so you can button your shirt easier! If you are lucky, the person beside you in life is a gift.
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