You felt; I felt

Sometimes it’s silly little things; thoughtful things done unthinkingly and unselfishly that tell us, unmistakably that we’re loved unconditionally. This is one of those things.

 

We’d not run out of bottled water

— liquid refreshment I fear running out of –

but without checking, you panicked,

ran to the store close to bedtime,

picked me up a two-day supply.

 

And you called me to tell me,

also telling me you hadn’t checked

to see if we’d really run out.

 

I knew we had a few days’ supply,

but was very grateful nonetheless.

 

You told me you felt a little bit foolish,

but I felt a whole lot loved.