My husband is a sweetheart.
I mentioned that my doctor ordered thirty minutes of heart-pounding exercise three times a week. He is very aware that it is hard for me to make arrangements to exercise away from home regularly.
One of the grandkids recently brought me a small, low-profile treadmill that can be stored easily when necessary. The problem is that to go fast enough to get my heart rate up, I feel a little wobbly on it.
I was surprised to see my husband found a solution by sharing his walker. He isn't using it right now, and it actually gives me something to grab if I need to steady myself.
A declaration of love that is better than a card or a box of chocolates.
He is pretty cute and resourceful. A keeper.