I have bad knees. One is worse than the other. Yesterday he said that he hates to see me limp around. He said that he feels that he is failing me, and not taking care of me. He feels so bad. He wishes he could do something to make me feel better. That made me realize once again. That he cares.
I asked him to go to the store after he got off work to buy me some pickles. He said no problem. I made that request at noon and by 5 pm, I told him just to come home, never mind. He went anyway. He brought me 2 large jars of pickles. OMG, he cares. #1family