Rob was doing laundry the other night. He came in with two different pillows from our guest room and two different freshly cleaned pillow shams. With a tone of voice indicating he really did want to make sure he got it right, he asked, “Which pillow gets which cover?” I instantly fell in love with him all over again.
Here’s a man - my man - who knows me well enough to assume that yes, as goofy as it is, I do have an order to such things as which pillow gets which cover (for inquiring minds, the feather pillows get the regular covers and the bouncy synthetic-filled pillows get the frilly shams). More than just knowing my quirks, though, Rob sincerely wanted to redress the pillows the way I like them, just to make me happy. Oh, and yeah, he was doing the laundry and making the bed, too.
I was trying to explain to someone last week why I finally changed my last name to Rob’s after 10 years of marriage. This story would have been the perfect answer.
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I was the lucky guest to enjoy the result of this story. Let me tell you all, the hospitality of the Woodards is no sham!
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