Sometimes it's the smallest things that can make me smile.
Mr. Banker is home from visiting his family. And my spirits are instantly lifted.
I drove him from the airport to my house for dinner.
When we came inside, he handed me a bag with what I could tell was a shot glass.
It says "Got Lobstah? Rhode Island".
When I read it, I smiled and he said it made him think of me because we are constantly joking about his accent.
I wasn't expecting him to bring me anything, but I thought this was a particularly thoughtful/cute little gift.
We had dinner and laughed and had the best time together.
I can't stop smiling tonight.
During dinner, it occurred to me that he has NEVER said anything negative to me about my surgery. He is so supportive. I hadn't made a game plan for dinner, I figured we'd figure it out after he got here. He was starving, so I made a few suggestions, and he let me choose because he said he understood that it was harder for me to eat than for him. That's so nice compared to the constant berating I got from Robocop.
He really makes me happy.