Nice Things

Little sweetheart, I don’t know what brought me to this thought of late but I’ll share it with you, here. 

I was just thinking of how you took care to have your surroundings lovely and comfortable and how you were used to having such nice things but that you never so much as winced or complained enduring my rather spartan (to put it kindly!) lifestyle. My “bed” an ancient inch thick futon laid frame less on the floor, the crazy kitchen bathtub without even a shower attachment to wash your long beautiful red hair (you admitted to me that sometimes you’d slip away to the salon downstairs for a proper wash and blowout but you never complained. Watching videos on my tiny obsolete TV - I think that’s what actually prompted this whole thought last night, little sweetheart, remembering that. 

Whatever this rather comfortless squalor I’d simply made do with before you found me and saved me and illumined my life with your love and protection, you simply endured without a word of complaint. Only slowly, patiently, bringing me along by suggestion and completely innocent shopping trips to Bed, Bath & Beyond. 

There are so many things when I think of them, little sweetheart, that you did to care for me more than anyone ever had in my life before I met you and I’m so grateful for every one of them. And for you. 

How I love you! Forever!