I know I spend a lot of time talking about what Doc can't/doesn't do any more and not enough talking about what he does. They are such small things that mean so much to me. These small things let me know that the man I married is still in there somewhere, despite everything he does value me and our life together.
When I ran away to California he sent a quick text to be sure I arrived safely. A few hours later he called with a very real concern. He made sure that I knew that if it got too late he wanted me to check into a hotel because "you know, it's Friday and there are drunk drivers out there." I knew I wouldn't be staying very late and would have no need to do so but the thought of him stopping what he was doing to pick up the phone to call just to tell me that put a huge smile on my face.
When he sees that I need a break he pushes me out the door, knowing that I need some "me" time, even if just to wonder around the few stores this town has to offer. Then he texts me to call him when I am almost home so he can get my bath ready.
He shows up with a margarita/glass of wine/beer at just the right moment. He knows what I want and how I want it and I don't even have to ask.
This afternoon I woke up from a nap feeling sick. I hope it's just a stress reaction but might be the start of the flu - I mentioned it and out the door he went. When he returned he was armed with orange juice, NyQuil, DayQui, vitamin C supplements, dish washing detergent (because we needed it) and a frozen dinner that he could easily prepare.
It might not seem like much to many but to me it's everything.