hear the army

my husband has been my hero this week.

we were fighting all the previous week. then i got sick.

somehow seeing me morph from the fiercely independent, goal-driven women overwrought with tasks to accomplish into a useless feeble being on the couch warmed him to me unspeakably. no, he didn’t have to speak it. it radiated from the pleased giggles that would erupt from time to time as he fixed my dinner or brought me more ion water. it shone from his eyes as he tucked the covers around my neck and moved my mask to give me a little kiss. it sparkled on the clean stove that i have to this day never once seen him wipe after using it – but was clean this morning along with all the dishes he used to make me my absolute favorite sickly meal, zousui.

they say that you eventually come to loathe the very things you adored in your partner in the beginning…i hope he doesn’t loathe my driven nature and self-sufficient way that he found so attractive almost four years ago, but he sure does savour the moments when he knows i need him.

and i do.