Sunday, 30 March 2008
It really is the little things.
I have turned the toaster up' HS announced this morning. 'Thought I had better tell you!'
Um right - not much you can say to that really . . .'er why?'
I was still struggling with the loss of a whole hour this morning and what this meant to my coffee consumption . . .
'Well I have ben leaving it down so that you don't burn anything, but I am just letting you know I have turned it up.'
'OK . . . er thank you, but I'm not eating wheat at the moment . . .so what would I be putting in the toaster?'
HS looked uncomfortable and muttered . . .'well I don't know, but I've left it turned down for you.'
Too good an opportunity to miss I gleefully pointed to his blonde hair . . .
But what really struck me, blonde moment, or not, was the fact that he had been so thoughtful.
It is the little things like that tell me HS loves me.
He has and is being a huge support through the last 18 months with this illness and I never forget that although I am the one with the symptoms he is going through it as well. His support has been unstinting. We have talked a lot and even argued a lot, but he is always there for me. He has taken me to the hospital to see the various consultants and driven me home and listened to me as I worked my way through all that has gone on. He is there when I am in an up mood and there for me on the days that are not so good . . .always there for me.
So thank you HS - your support and all the little things you do really are appreciated. Sometimes words don't seem enough