Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Cardagain/ 8 years

One Friday after work, I met up with Shelley and some of her colleagues for a drink at their office bar.

It had been a warm day, but the temperature outside had plummeted after sunset. Feeling the effects of cold and drink, I needed to visit the toilet, so I again needed Shelley's swipe card for the door.

"Shelley, can I have your card again?"

"OK," she said, and began taking off her cardigan.

After explaining that I didn't want her cardigan, but her card ... again, I then asked Shelley why the devil she would just hand it over without questioning why. She said she thought I was cold.

I guess that's the mark of a good one. Not so much that she was willing to give up her warmth for mine, but that she didn't shirk at the thought of me squeezing into a girl's cardigan in front of her friends. 

Married eight years today—I love you very, very much, Shelley!


bitingmidge said...

Why oh why doesn't blogger have a "like" button?

Sweet Olive Press | Helen said...

The sacrificial extra mile is that Shelley is always colder than everyone else -- it's why she can't be an astronaut.