Scratching me where I itch. Don’t get all excite, it’s not a metaphor, I’m being literal here. As you get older, especially if you have arthritis, you can’t reach some parts of your own body. You need a helping hand.
Waking me whenever a Victoria’s Secret commercial comes on like I wake her for George Clooney.
Helping me put on my socks and tying my shoes on those days when my back aches. That also includes picking up things I drop.
Hearing the telephone ring, the smoke alarm, and my alarm clock, because I don’t hear well.
Helping me stand up from my chair when I need a lift.
Reminding me about birthdays for grandkids, doctor appointments, and my password for my computer.
Letting me sleep late when I’ve had a bad night.
Reading the fine print on labels and ads.
Opening bottles and those damn child-proof lids on meds.
Telling me I look sexy when I know I look like crap.
Laughing at the same old jokes year after year.
I’m sure there’re a lot more I should thank my spouse for but it’s getting late. Can you think of any? Let me know.