This morning, on the way to drop me off at work, Gary stopped at the store so I could run inside and buy my crack (otherwise known as Coca Cola, to the civilized, unaddicted population). The line in the store was outrageous, so I gave up, went back to the car, and told Gary we didn’t have time to wait for that line or he’d be late for class.
When I got out of the car at work, I made a joke about going into soda withdrawal. Then I kissed him good-bye and went inside, locking the office suite door behind me since it was early and I was the only one in the office so far.
I was sitting in my office about 15 minutes later when I heard the front doorbell ring. I stood up, curious. It was too early to be any of my co-workers or a client. Must be Fed Ex, I decided.
No, it wasn’t Fed Ex. Standing in the dark hallway, waiting for me to open the door, was Gary. When I unlocked and opened the door, he handed me a small bag, gave me a kiss, and left for class.
Inside the small bag was a Coke (the little bottle, since I am cutting back…he remembered!) and a peanut butter cup.
I smiled. There is no doubt he was quite late to class, but he made sure I was happy.
Some ladies have a liking for wildly expensive rose bouquets or overpriced jewelry, believing a price tag is a measure of love. Nothing means more to me, though, than moments like this morning when Gary took the time to think of me and take care of me. I like to think he knows much I appreciate and love him. This might be a good time to tell him and be sure he knows it.