“What did Doug do for Valentine’s Day?”
Last week, Norovirus took us down one by one. Before Doug was fully recovered, I became a disgusting ooze of body grossness. Doug scrubbed the germy bathroom. He got up in the middle of the night and made snow cone ice when I was feverish and dehydrated. He filled an entire cabinet with Gatorade and Sprite. He bought every variety of chicken noodle soup on the store shelves. He put extra blankets on me when I shivered and didn’t say a thing when I kicked them off because I was sweating.
“He did everything.”