Thank you for stopping at Harris Teeter on your way home from work at 9:00 at night to get me a Coke (1) and some salsa even though I didn't ask you to and you'd already worked a 15-hour day and had to go to bed before you worked another 15 hour day (2) and you were so tired but you know me well enough to know I really did want those things, I just didn't want to ask you to do it and since you know I don't have a car to go get them myself you just did it.
That was like a love letter.
I love you too.jt
p.s. Someday, watching a NatGeo documentary on the Aryan Brotherhood (however interesting it is) will not be what our dates consist of.
(1) One of my resolutions this year is to give up soda-namely Coke Zero- and I have been doing very well. I generally buy myself one once a week when I go grocery shopping, the exception being when my mom and dad came to visit and had the fridge well-stocked with it for their stay. I am going to get to where it's a special-occasion -out-to-eat rarity.
(2) My poor husband works-without complaint-about 60-65 hours a week including his commute between two jobs, neither of which pay enough. (I however, complain enough for the two of us.) Hence, my post