After being married for 38+ years, it is easy to forget why you married your spouse--or, at the very least, to take him for granted. On Thursday, K reminded me--without knowing it--why I love him so dearly.
Wednesday night it started to rain. THEN, it cooled off and the rain turned to snow. Of course, the roads became very snow-covered and slippery--that ice under the snow is particularly greasy, especially when covered by a wet(ish), heavier snow. I had mentioned to K how nervous I was about getting myself to my doctor appointment Thursday morning, even though the office is only about 5 blocks from us. But, driving defensively and slow, I knew I could make it with little trouble.
Thursday morning, I got up and noticed that K's back-pack, lunchbox, and other work paraphernalia were still where he puts them when he gets home from work--and he was supposed to be at work at that time. I tracked him down in the computer room and asked him what he was doing at home instead of at work. His answer? "I took the day off so that I could drive you to the doctor's." And that melted my heart all over again--just as he did so many years ago.