The siren of the snow-capped Sierras has my hubby on speed dial, calling him with an invitation to grab his cross-country skis and explore her majestic peaks and valleys.
Many Saturdays, my guy spends several enjoyable hours doing just that.
Not this past Saturday, though. The siren called, but Gwynly didn’t answer.
Friday had been a cranberry juice kinda day for me. I took two over-the-counter tablets and hoped some pesky germs would take the hint and git.
By Saturday morning, I knew I needed to see the doctor. Normally Gwynly would have been en route to the mountains by the time I dragged myself out of bed and arranged to visit the local rapid care clinic, but he wasn’t.
Gwynly stayed home and cared for me. He drove me to the appointment, the pharmacy, and Carl’s Jr. (I don’t like to cook on good days but do so anyway. On bad days, forget it.)
After the meal, Gwynly took me home, where he hung around, offering me all the water I could drink, a generous serving of “poor babys,” and all the sympathy a gal could want.
I spent hours curled up on the couch bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t get my daily dose of exercise. I was in no shape to walk six miles, but I didn’t want to miss my first day since beginning my regimen last November. If I could walk in the rain, surely I could limp along once the antibiotics kicked in.
Gwynly said no. He’s Mr. Exercise, so I knew he wouldn’t say that if it weren’t the best thing for me. So there I lay in my snuggly soft, polka-dot, frumpy-to-the-max sweat outfit feeling like a slug–and looking every bit as appealing.
But what did Gwynly do? He came over, stroked my hair, and kissed me ever so gently, proving once again that romance isn’t all peaches and roses. Sometimes it’s sacrifice, selflessness, and petal-soft kisses given at just the right moment.
My symptoms have faded, but the memories of Gwynly’s TLC will last a long time.
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What makes you feel cherished when you’re not feeling well?
Can you recall a time when your special someone–or someone special to you–made a sacrifice on your behalf? How did that make you feel?
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I’m privileged to be the featured guest on Jessica Nelson’s blog, Booking It, today.