My wife once woke up with a jerk and told me that she had a nightmare. "What was it, baby?" I tended to her at once. "I had a lot of packages and could not return them as the return date had passed." She had told me. And I could not have loved her more in that moment, thinking about the innocence of her thoughts.
My wife - who had planned three dresses for the day. Me - who had planned to leave at six in the morning and return to hotel only at eight in the night.