So Lois left early and worked all day. By the time she got home it was long after dark. I was at work at my desk and hollered a hello to her. She returned a joyful greeting. I heard her puttering around downstairs. She was whistling Christmas songs.
I kept working on my message… for a couple hours. Finally she came upstairs and said, “Hey, there is some supper on the counter for you.”
I went down to get it. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed that she had strung the lights on the little tree in the big window. She had done the dishes. She had worked on cleaning the kitchen and dining room, put away her candles and candle equipment, organized her vintage stuff, and made the house inviting and warm in the soft light.
Upstairs she put away some laundry and chatted happily with her sister on the phone a bit. I came up after eating and she gave me a little running commentary on her day, put new bedding on the bed, put on her gown, got into bed, pulled the covers up under her chin, and said, “I’m tired. Good-night.”
“Good-night, Lois. Sleep well. You deserve it.”
It’s very good to have someone to share life with.