I haven’t been feeling well for the last few days. Joe has class from 7-9:40 three days a week. Even though he wasn’t going to get home until late, he offered to head to the pharmacy after class in order to get me some much needed medicine.
To some this might not seem like a big deal, but to me it means the world. I know how long class is for him. I know how much he just wants to get home afterwards. But he offered to go out of his way to get me something I need…even though I very well could go out myself. Let’s not even mention the fact that he’s the one who gets me out of bed to marathon train at 5 am most mornings. That’s more than dedication. That’s more than caring. That’s love. Plain and simple.
It’s the small tokens of love that are the most meaningful and important. These are the tokens that had been missing from my life for quite some time.
Had I been sick before it would have been met with contempt, almost as if my sickness was a major inconvenience that I contrived in order to make someone’s like more difficult. Or I would be met with the fact that he was also sick…and even though I was working a full time job, along with being a full time wife and mother, I was still expected to take care of one more person.
I think about these small moments when I feel someone judging me for leaving. They don’t know what it was like; to never feel like someone cared or to never feel “taken care of”. I think sometimes people forget that meanness and non-caring isn’t all about outward nastiness. It’s not always name calling or a controlling nature. Sometimes it really is the fact that you are overlooked and feel completely unimportant in everyday life.
Sometimes someone taking 15 minutes out of their day to show you small tokens of love is all you need to realize you’ve found “the one”. It’s moments like these that make it all worth it.