I truly believe that perfection, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Doug may not be perfect for everyone, but he’s perfect for me. Just as I am far from perfect, yet I know he still sees me through loving eyes, embracing all my flaws and loving me.

I’ve been spoiled by Doug in all the ways that have always mattered most to me. He used to bring me flowers, hold doors open, pull out my chair, supported my career paths without complaint and always complimenting me, making me feel special every single day. He walked on the outside of the sidewalk to protect me, left sweet notes and cards tucked in unexpected places, quiet but happy reminders of his love. Everything he did reflected the man he has always been at his very core: steady, loving, and true to his nature. His actions weren’t just habits; they were natural extensions of who he is.

Many of these gestures have faded as dementia and Alzheimer’s have progressed, but when they reappear, they make me smile and hug my heart. They are precious gifts, and they fill me with so much joy. Just this weekend, after returning home from an HOA meeting, I found this sweetest note waiting for me. Such a simple act, yet in that moment of unexpected surprise it felt like the old days.

Then, with the sun shining bright yesterday, I asked Doug if he’d like to go for a walk with Sophi and Mac. To my delight, he said yes. It was one of those moments that reminds me to soak it all in. These small moments, these simple joys, I treasure most on this path we’re walking together. They’re the threads that hold the fabric of our days together.

We had such a lovely weekend, and the best part? It didn’t cost a thing just our time, and our shared love for one another. And truly, isn’t that what matters most?

Am I lucky or what?