Chuckles...

Thank you to the friend who put these in the bouquet of flowers on my kitchen table.
Thank you for loving me enough to listen to my stories about how Michael would leave these around our home and for doing it in his place.
When Michael and I first started dating we were downtown and walked into a little vintage candy shop. I saw these chuckles and almost burst into tears. I explained to Michael that these were my father’s favorite candy and that they made me think of him. My father had only passed just a couple years before, at that time, and I cherished anything that made me feel close to him. ❤️
Since that day, maybe a couple times a month, I would find these chuckles in my purse, on my car seat, on my pillow, on the counter with a love note or just a heart drawn on a piece of paper, on my desk... Michael found a store that was “sort of” on his way home from work, that carried chuckles and he made it a practice to bring memories of my father into our home.
I always left the black licorice flavored chuckle for Michael as it was his favorite one, and it was also my fathers.
Our love was thoughtful, selfless, deliberate, engaging and all encompassing.
He paid extremely close attention to everything about me and I did the same in return.
What was so sweet about Michael was he just loved to be loved. He was all in, and so was I.
I’m grateful.
It was an honor to love him.
Who do you love in this way?
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