about d-d

It goes without saying that I have the best darling-dear.
I'm sick. The night we touched down I could feel it coming. It hit me last night, hard, and I've been hacking and coughing up bright yellow mucus ever since (yummy, I know). I called in sick today for some R&R from my R&R. I haven't been sick in a couple of years so this feels a little unfamiliar to me, and it sucketh.

D-d has been nothing but sweetness. He fetched me some yummy green tea, bought me OJ and DayQuil, and at this very moment is in the kitchen concocting me some homemade chicken soup, and he's sick too. I have to remember this the next time he pisses me off -- puts things in perspective. I love that he loves taking care of me. I love being taken care of.

I would say this goes into the "little things"/"grand gestures" combo pile.