For cold canned pears and pink charm bracelets.
For a lunch made, without asking by me. It just shows up in the fridge on Saturday and Sunday mornings. It's the little things that matter.
For a garage door opened, waiting for me to tuck the car in. If I had to open it, odds are the car would just sit outside.
For random texts, just to check on me.
For good anti-nausea meds. And magic mouthwash.
For good local take-out.