I woke up not feeling well today, and he insisted on putting me in a blanket on the couch, got me water and tea, and handed me the remote.

Then he left the room, and came back with his only stuffed animal, and put it on my lap, because he had to work and couldn’t take care of me all day.

We’re in our fifties.

Get you a partner who cares for you like that. We all deserve this little old stuffed animal and getting tucked in when we need it.

Edited to add: when he finished work, he insisted on picking up my errands that I could’ve done, but he didn’t want me to do too much. This guy is gold.