Caring is kindness.
D. cares for me. I care for him, too.
But his caring is an action verb. He cares for me. Whenever we’re together he knows exactly where I am. I walk with forearm crutches and a leg brace. He always pulls out tables for me, opens doors, holds my crutches.
I can see it in his eyes. I can see it in his smile. I can see it in his texts.
We always text the other when we’re tucked in our respective beds. We always text each other “good morning.” We text each other about sniffles, and body aches, and nose bleeds.
See, D. cares for me.
It’s a comforting thought knowing someone in someplace is caring for me.
I do hope each of you have someone like D.