You’re so thoughtful and loving even with your daily struggle

At night you ask if I have enough covers

Or, “do you have enough room cause I can move over”

You carry the groceries – all the bags at once – I say they are too heavy and you just smile back at me

The promise to help with housework “when you retire” flows from your lips often

Shall I put a fire on? Yes, my Love, we’ll have a fire – which you can no longer build

You offer to help change the bed, comforter down then ask where we put the sheets

You wonder when Mark and MiHwa will be home from Seoul and then we phone them at home making you so content

The library is your haven and “you can never have too many books” to quote you

Brian calls and you worry he’ll be soaked walking to work – he assures you he’s fine

Your eyes light up when I tell you we’ll go looking at second hand shops – you are seeking the rare Hitchcock book

“This is really cute – I may have read it to you before – tell me if I have.” (Yes, Hon, about 2 minutes ago for the 5th time but I’d never tell you – I’m so glad you can still read.)

You end our day with, “Good night, sleep tight” and if you’re in a funny mood, add “don’t let the bedbugs bite” and then laugh knowing it gives me the creeps

I could go on and on – - -