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it’s the little things…

was sitting in the hot tub this morning thinking of my beloved… realizing that some of the things I miss most are the little ones…

like having him wring out facecloths and towels and swimsuits… he had the strongest hands… now, I’ve developed more strength in my hands and wring things out myself…

like dealing with spiders… I have always been afraid of them… and always felt that they search me out… he would save me when I would come across one… my shriek would be a fairly clear sign for him, lol… I can now find the nearest item to use to smack down a spider when I come across one… just the other day I was surprised by a big one and I didn’t even freeze… just grabbed something and wacked it…

like being there to commiserate with… this morning I banged my foot on the door… it really hurt… no one to say poor you;-(… haven’t found a solution for that yet…

like driving the car into the garage… it was always stressful for me because of the slight jog in the driveway… now I just drive right on in, even when I know I have to go out again soon…

and of course holding hands… I really miss that…