Zuzu's Petals

I'm sick tonight. I woke up at the horrid hour of 6 a.m. for a day shift at work, and left the house on my bike at 6:30, my hair still wet. Perhaps that's what did it, but I'm home tonight with a very sore throat. I feel like Zuzu from "It's a Wonderful Life." I wanted to get up and do the dishes, but my sweet husband wouldn't let me move a muscle. He insisted that I stay planted on the couch with my book (A New Song- the 5th in the Mitford series), while he brought me tea, throat lozenges, and Vitamin C. Then, before I finished Chapter 11, he called me to come to the dinner table. He had made scrambled eggs, toast with my favorite French jam, and set out tea for two. He even set out the milk in my favorite little blue creamer. It was lovely, and my throat even seems to feel a bit better. I thank God for a husband who knows and shares my delight in small pleasures. Tea for two and milk in a little blue creamer turned my evening of self-pity into a cozy night.