Because
you took the day off of work
and went to get me Indian food
after already going to the drugstore
And because
you brought me ginger ale and water
about sixty million times
even after you’d settled on the couch
And because
you drove me to the doctor
and helped me off the floor
after I keeled over when giving blood
And because
you went to the drugstore AGAIN
in spite of being hungry
and not having any clean clothes
I have determined
once again
that you are made of pure awesome.
Love,
your (steadily recovering) wife.
