When I became a writer, my wife, Jane, showed her deep love for me by renovating our children's unused playhouse, a small cabin at the edge of the woods, into a cozy writing space. She invested in a beautiful writing desk, matching bookshelf, and a computer system. Jane encouraged me in my work by creating a perfect writer's getaway. Her actions rang out, "I love you!"
—Clifford Denay Jr., Michigan
Smoothing the wrinkles
Ever since we got married, my husband, Glanville, has been ironing my clothes for work. He tells me, "I know you can do it yourself, but I just want to show you I love you."
—Coral Johnson, Bahamas
Hold the raisins!
Recently I arrived at a conference and began to unpack my suitcase. When I took out my pajamas, I saw my husband, John, had packed two plastic bags of trail mix. One had my name on it, and the other had my roommate's name.
I wonder why he put our names on them, I thought. I gave Candy, my roommate, her bag and put mine on the bedside table.
That night, after several long meetings, we sat on our beds and had a trail mix snack.
"I really like these raisins," Candy said.
Raisins! My wondering was over. I looked at my bag and, sure enough, there were no raisins in it. I don't like raisins. John put our names on the bags because he'd sorted through mine and removed all the raisins.
—Linda Gilden, South Carolina
The grass is greener
One week I was extremely busy at work. Usually home for supper, I was lucky to walk in the door by bedtime. The state of our yard, especially the height of the grass, was a nagging concern for me. Since my wife, Linda, doesn't do much yard work, I was amazed when I came home one evening to find a freshly mowed lawn. Linda had hired the teenager across the street to come over and cut the grass. Her thoughtful gesture took one big thing off my mind during a hectic week.
—John Gilden, South Carolina