Mom sees Dad walking by her this afternoon and asks, “Are you my husband?”
“Yes, he replies. “I’m your husband. I’m your sweetheart. I’m the man who loves you.”
“Oh…” Mom says as she contemplates this, “Thank you.”
Later in the early evening, Dad settles down on the couch to watch the news. Mom comes up to him and asks if she can sit by him. He gladly stretches his arm out on the back of the couch, so she can snuggle in next to him.
Putting her head on his chest, she looks content, and says, “You’re…” she pauses, trying to think of the fitting word. “You’re likable,” she says with a nod and a satisfied smile.
Dad chuckles and says, “Nice to know.”