Sentiment & Toilet Paper

Dear John,

 

Today was frantically busy but not as bad as I'd expected. The tech people arrived early and got the other drive-up computer fixed, so there were two of us most of the day. After I got home I took everything out of the china closet and hutch, and moved the dining room furniture around to be ready for tomorrow and the arrival of the Hoosier cupboard.

 

At lunch today I changed the toilet paper in the ladies' room  and thought about you. I remember how you used to get the paper started for me whenever you changed the roll. You said you wanted it to be ready for me to use it. That has always meant so much to me - not because I didn't want to start the roll myself, but because you thought about me in such a little thing. You were thoughtful even when it came to toilet paper. I don't know if you knew how much that touched me. If you didn't know then, I'm glad you do now. Thank you for thinking about me in such little, everyday things. Thank you for loving me that way. Thank you for caring about how the toilet paper was when I went to the bathroom.

 

While we're at it, thank you for absolutely everything,

Joan.