Friday, the man was sprawled out on the kitchen floor over by the sink, so his feet were the only part of his body visible from where we were seated at the table.
I asked him if he'd do me a favor?
"What?"
"Please? Pretty please?"
"What?"
"Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"
"Okay, what?"
"Will you go with me and the kids to the little pool?"
There was a long pause and then this: "Wow."
He did, he came along and the grandkids were so happy to see him, and he wasn't even all that miserable, floating in cool water.
I love you, Sweetheart.
Thanks for all the ways you make life better.
love, Me
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