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!
2 comments:
Why oh why doesn't blogger have a "like" button?
The sacrificial extra mile is that Shelley is always colder than everyone else -- it's why she can't be an astronaut.
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