So...

I have a sore throat. 

This makes me just a wee bit upset that the orange blossom honey wasn't available yesterday cause I would really love some warm honey and fresh lemon juice right about now. If I know Bobby, which of course I do, duh! He'd insist on making it for me after hearing me complain, and I'd gladly accept 'cause he knows how to mix just the right amount of honey with lemon without grossing me out.  And it feels soooo good oozing down my throat, coating it with a five-minute numbness that instantly makes me feel better.

I love him for that. He always offers and suggests, doles out good advice, and asks how he can help. He never turns down a request for water, even after being nestled in bed for 10 minutes already, warm and cozy like Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap. He may get a smidge annoyed when I remember I have clothes in the washer upstairs, and I don't even have to ask the question...he gets up and walks the long mile to load up the dryer so the clothes don't smell like mildew for me the next day. 

Small stuff, but it matters. I think it matters more because his attitude during all of it is so ridiculously light and fun. 

Eating  peach ice cream while sporting his new sun hat, courtesy of Miss Clementine

I'm watching him right now as I type this out and of course, he's working. He sits in front of his computer, ideas flooding his mind, and just works. Not because he likes to, because he really does not, but because he's taking care of us. And that, his devotion to that cause, makes me so grateful for him. 

And he knows how to cook really, really, well.