His mother’s laugh.
The smell of the pot roast I’d talked him through at noon, one step at a time, from my wheelchair.
I smiled at him.
« Actually, » I said, « I have something special for you today. »
His eyebrows went up.
« A bonus, » I said. « For being such a loving, caring husband during the hardest time of my life. »
He didn’t hide his excitement.
I reached under the bed and pulled out a neat white box with a ribbon on it.
I held it out in both hands, and I watched his face while he took it.
He ripped the ribbon off.
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