“How did Bill show you his love?”  A friend asked me.   Well, I really can’t count the ways.  But some ways count themselves.

He walked on the outside and made sure I was on the inside.  Always slipping his hand in mine.

Bill led a fast and prayer time for our kids every Sunday morning.  Always putting real, Bill-words before the Lord.

He filled my gas tank.  Always checking its levels and assuming this task.

Bill left me a note before he left for work.  Always signing the note, “Stay close to Jesus.”

He left me a longer note to find after he’d left for a few days.  Always writing he was anxious to be home with me.

Bill called me everyday, sometimes leaving voicemail.  Always saying, “I can’t wait to see you.”

He shared an evening dish of ice cream that he scooped and re-scooped when it was gone.   Always topping with whipped cream.

Bill tracked me through the FindMy app, through shared calendars and through prayer.  Always staying as close to me as possible.

He helped me clean the house after company, cleaned the car after rain, cleaned the bathrooms after the week.  Always bearing my load.

Bill exchanged his free-time preferences for mine.  Always giving up chair time for active time.

He liked me to read to him.  Always joining my stories or learning and thinking.

Bill maintained a “cheat sheet” with account logins.  Always always always thinking about me and the future.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his embrace.  Always conveying his forever commitment.

I can’t count all the ways.  But they keep counting themselves.  As I think about him, and when I don’t.  Bill showed his love for me in many ways.