In an effort to receive the love that exists and too often goes unaccepted, I would like to honor this simple gesture. My husband places the newspaper at the foot of my mother's bed every morning. Every single morning. My mother reads the paper front to back, every word. She always has. He knows how important the newspaper is to her and places it there for her to see first thing of a morning.
It is such a simple act for him. It is so huge to me. I receive the love and acceptance of our situation that he demostrates by doing this.