Late Nights and Daffodils

Work hours come and go in cycles. The past two weeks, the short hours have been going while the long hours have settled in. 

I arrived home from work this past Thursday around 9:15. I was tired, my head and eyes ached. Nathan picked me up from the train station and we went home. I walked in the door, and noticed an empty sink, a tidied kitchen. I threw some pocket lint away and noticed that the vacuum had been emptied out. My eyes ventured to the cleaned carpet and finally, I noticed some bright daffodils sitting in the white pitcher on the dining table. 

I turned to Nathan and in surprise asked him if he had done the dishes and vacuumed? He answered yes, and I followed up with another question: did you make the bed, too? He nodded. Where'd you get the daffodils? I went to Smith's and got some flowers for you then I got some flowers for me. He had purchased some sweet and Thai basil. 

These simple acts of thoughtfulness were tender mercies, and I felt such immense gratitude for Nathan, although busy with experiments and writing a thesis, who took the time to serve me. 

Sure love that guy.