Nick said thank you this morning. He does that a lot. But this time, it stopped me in my tracks. He thanked me for dedicating myself to him and his recovery, for being by his side and never giving up even when it.
He thanked me as I lay in bed somewhat fragile with a pulled muscle in my upper back/neck area. I’m a better caregiver than patient. And he’s a better patient than caregiver. That’s just how it is, so I guess we lucked out didn’t we?
He then offered to massage me, a rare treat I wasn’t about to let slip away. He removed his legs, climbed across the bed to kneel over my back and try to make me feel better. He didn’t sleep well the last few nights, so I don’t dare take this kind gesture lightly.
Thank you Nick for taking care of me. I love you.
