My Love

Here’s how Lissa is great.

Too much stress in the week over this, big opus that had me wound tight. I woke up this morning with a bad headache, stumbled into the kitchen, and there was no coffee. I stood and stared at the empty filter in our mister coffee, dumbstruck, unable to move.

Lissa: “Are you OK?”

Me: “We’re out of coffee.”

Lissa: “I’ll go get you some.” And she dressed in a flash and was out the door to Einsteins, and back with two cups of coffee.

I sat in the comfy chair reading a magazine. I couldn’t bear to crack open the morning paper on the step stool by my feet. Lissa grasped what I needed and picked up the paper, going straight to my story. She read it, and pronounced it a success. I felt quite loved.