Awww

Sometimes, a good thing happens when you least expect it.

Paul and I were walking up to the market this morning, and he started thanking me. For being there for him in the ongoing Marge&James mess, for making sure he always had clean shirts and cash, and good food, and just generally being supportive. I was floored. It was very sweet.

So that's my good thing for the day. Week. Month, even.