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afternoon, but it didn’t matter. The fact was, he had brought
me a rose. On Tuesday he called me from the office at
about one-thirty and asked me what I thought about his
buying a pizza and bringing it home for dinner. He said he
thought I might enjoy a break from cooking dinner. I told him
I thought the idea was wonderful, and so he brought home a
pizza and we had a fun time together. The children loved
the pizza and thanked their father for bringing it. I actually
gave him a hug and told him how much I enjoyed it.
“When he came home on Wednesday, he brought
each of the children a box of Cracker Jacks, and he had a
small potted plant for me. He said he knew the rose would
die, and he thought I might like something that would be
around for a while. I was beginning to think I was
hallucinating! I couldn’t believe what Jim was doing or why
he was doing it. Thursday night after dinner, he handed me
a card with a message about his not always being able to
express his love to me but hoping that the card would
communicate how much he cared. Again I cried, looked up
at him, and could not resist hugging and kissing him. ‘Why
don’t we get a baby-sitter on Saturday night and the two of
us go out for dinner?’ he suggested. ‘That would be
wonderful,’ I said. On Friday afternoon, he stopped by the
cookie shop and bought each of us one of our favorite
cookies. Again, he kept it as a surprise, telling us only that
he had a treat for dessert.
“By Saturday night,” she said, “I was in orbit. I had no
idea what had come over Jim, or if it would last, but I was