She folds my underwear.
I honestly do not remember if, when I was younger and lived at home, my mom folded my underwear. But I do remember that, when I was out on my own as a bachelor in college and a couple of years after, underwear simply got stuffed into a drawer.
That all changed when I got married.
Lisa folds my underwear and puts it neatly into my drawer. I don't mean she just "sort of" folds it ... i mean it is really folded neatly and stored away until I need it.
I know it may seem odd that I look at that as being such a sign of her love and, no, I am not reducing my lovely wife to being there for household work like laundry, but there's something incredibly special if you ask me about someone who would actually fold my underwear for me.
Before I dig my hole too deep on this, I will add that she's incredible in so many ways. Caring, understanding, empathetic, spirit-filled ... a friend to many ... an incredible sense of humor and fun loving spirit ... hard working ... and a mom that any kid would be much blessed to have.
God blessed me richly with Lisa and I am forever grateful for that.
There's something incredible about having a spouse who you know will always be there for you ... who you truly look forward to growing old with ... and you never regret a moment that you're with her.
I love you, Lisa. I hope you had a great Mother's Day.
And thanks for folding my underwear.