After a long, sore, 20-mile, run, I was really and truly physically unable to remove my shoes from my achy feet. I couldn't lift my legs high enough to untie them, nor was there even the slimmest chance of me being able to bend down that far.
The man who, without hesitation, kindly and gently pulled off the aforementioned, offending, sweaty footwear deserves public recognition and my gratitude.
The Husband I have been blessed with supports me in every possible way. This morning, though, I was once again reminded how little I deserve everything he gives.