He would quietly escort the littlebear, who was at his side, in his face, long before the sunshine, out the bedroom door, so I could sleep a bit longer.

He would politely decline the window washer, at the door, who was offering a sale, so I could continue reading my book.

He would fry the bacon on the outdoor grill, even in the rain, so I could keep the stove top clean.

He would collect my list, buy, unload, and unpack the groceries on Friday, so I could have a free Saturday.

He would leave me a note every morning, even if running late, so I could feel his love all day.

He would build a fire before I got home, before I asked, so I could cozy up for the whole evening.

He would pause the show and scoop some ice cream, choosing my favorite, so I could keep count of my crochet stitches.

He would call our bosses, schedule the time, book the hotels, load the bikes, so I could begin a weekender before it began.

He would order the takeout,  pick it up, set out place mats, and fill the drink glasses, so I could escape the kitchen.

He would read me a prayer and pray his own while holding my hand, so I could sleep well in the comfort of his love.

He would call me to “my step,” at any moment, on any day, so I could feel his embrace, kiss his sweet face, and lay my head on his shoulder.

So thankful he would so that I could.