I am sitting here, right now, feeling very loved.
We are all creatures of habit, I believe. Every morning my first beverage is a cup of tea - Joe, he has a Coke Zero. Pretty much every morning, I am the first up. I do not make myself tea in the morning for several reasons. First, the kettle is a bit difficult for me to plug in given how I bend. Second, I would have to turn lights on and that would disturb Joe. So, I just wait until he is up and then the tea is made pretty much first thing.
Well, this morning I got up and I was really wanting my tea. It was just after 5:30 and I know Joe won't be up for at least an hour. Oh well. But as I rounded the corner and saw my desk, I noticed that Joe had left me a little gift. Last night, I was in bed reading for a while before he came to bed. I guess during that time he made a thermos of hot water, put my favourite cup alongside the thermos on the desk as a final touch he similarly set out a tea bag on a tea bag saucer.
All I had to do was open the bag put it in the cup and pour water over it. I did this before even reading a single email. And now I'm sitting here basking in the glow of both my tea and the idea of having been thoughtfully cared about.
Love is something you do.