There he came in from work carrying an unassuming plastic shopping bag. We greeted after the long day & he took the bag’s contents out & placed them on the counter. Three pink cookies.
It had been a couple weeks back, before my birthday rolled past, & we had been grocery shopping, when I had eyed these large, big as saucers, “fancy” pink cookies from behind bakery glass, & I had said in his hearing, “I’d love just one of those for my birthday!” I didn’t know he’d really heard. My birthday had come & gone & we had celebrated out of town with my family, & it hadn’t entered my mind again. But he had remembered & listened & heard & cared about my wanting.
And there they sat, all three of them. I’d have been satisfied with one, but he wanted to show lavish love, & I don’t know if he really knows just how lavish an act it was to his little wife. It was. Thank you, my sweet love.
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