Papa did something really nice last Sunday.

I had to go to the supermarket (have you noticed?... this has become a weekly ritual...) and when I left the house, it was bright and shiny. I bought quite a lot, good for one week's supply and my pushcart was full to the hilt. When I reached the cashier, it was drizzling (okay, no big deal... I can take a little rain) and by the time my turn came up, it's become a steady downpour (on second thought...). My immediate concern though was not staying dry but how to fit everything into my pushcart. As I was trying to squeeze everything in, I noticed (out of the corner of my eye) that there was a man standing by the entrance, not doing anything... just standing there. Well, so? I didn't even bother to glance.

When I was through loading everything up, I felt somebody touch my back. I swiftly turned around, ready to cry foul, when I saw it was Papa. I smiled in glad surprise... so he was the man and he's been standing there all along. He had in hand an umbrella... a really touching move. But then there were two of us so I told him he should have brought two. And without a word, he turned his back, and right there hanging from the collar of his shirt was the second umbrella. What do you do with a man who thinks of everything?... can't you just hug him and never let go?

And these little acts of love is what keeps us going... oh, for 12 years now, come May. Now, isn't that something? Hmmm... *and dreamily rolls up eyes*