When I was sick last week and feeling lousy, Dan brought me coffee. Then, without asking if I was hungry, he heated up and buttered a leftover biscuit from the previous night's dinner. He put it on a little dessert plate and brought downstairs to me because I was too dizzy to walk.
Coffee and a hot, buttered leftover biscuit. That is such a "Mr. Hugh" thing to make (Mr. Hugh is my dad). And it's such a "Mr. Hugh" thing to take these simple little things to a loved one who is feeling sick.
Whenever Dan does "Mr. Hugh" things--particularly those sweet little, simple things like I just described--it merely reinforces my belief that I married a good man.
It actually reinforces my belief that I married one of the two best men in the world.
Mrs. Gwen (my mom) got the other one.
(Awwwwww .... )
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