It’s a sad day when you realize the jar of mayo is empty, and you’re the only one in the family who eats mayonnaise : /
O You whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
husband sent me this today. lovely gesture.