As I sat with our carry-on bags in the big, busy Chicago Airport, my husband took a walk to stretch his legs. I had taken my walk a few minutes earlier. When he returned he was carrying a small white bag. He handed it to me with a smile and I discovered a hot Auntie Anne’s soft pretzel. I thanked him and he smiled again. Somehow in that busy place without even touching each other, we shared a very intimate moment, and I felt loved and cherished. He remembered how I love Auntie Anne’s pretzels and he thought of me. He had gotten nothing for himself, just something for me. How special! I often think of that moment and then ask, “How have I shown love to my spouse today?” This is a question we all need to ask daily. Happy loving!
Mary Boll