When you drive your husband to the mall, at his request, for his errand. And you worry about him walking safely from the car to the door. And you worry about the Covid germs inside, not for you but for him. And you worry about his safety going up the escalator. And he stops you in front of the Hallmark store and says, where should I meet you? And you say, umm, I will be right here. And five minutes later he comes out with a tiny bag with a tiny heart shaped box of candy and a card hidden not-at-all discreetly in a plastic bag. It’s the thought. And there’s a whole lot of them
