After a long day at work, moving and unpacking boxes in our new office, I came home a little early and asked Chris if we could hit the grocery store.
"Don't you want to take a break?" he said.
"A break?" I looked around. We just cleaned the apartment. The dishes are reasonably tamed. Dinner will take mere minutes. "Huh. I guess I could."
So just like that, Chris went to the grocery store by himself, leaving me here to put my feet up and write another 500 words on the latest draft of my manuscript and revel in the tidy, quiet, peaceful home we've created.
That by itself would have been a gift, but the fact that he's picking up things at the store that were mostly for me just makes it even better.
We have an app on our phones that allows us to share lists, so every time he checks off something from the grocery list, my phone buzzes.
And every time my phone buzzes, I am reminded of just how lucky I am.