Mitch left on Sunday for another business trip off island. At least this time I have my little kitties to keep me company while I'm alone in Hawaii. I love having those little furry rascals around.
There's something funny about Mitch heading off on business. I have this habit of packing his suitcase for him, and sometimes while I'm folding his shirts I wonder who the heck I've become. I'm a woman who takes pride in perfectly folding her husband's button-down shirts. Aye!
Usually I begin packing his suitcase before he even has a chance to say anything. He always offers to pack it himself, but I find something comforting in making sure he has everything he needs for traveling. He does so much to take care of me that the little things I can do to take care of him too mean a lot to me. We take care of each other, and for that I feel very blessed.
I am so grateful for my amazing husband. And my sweet little kitties. I'm sorry to gush but it's on my mind and it's wonderful.
Though, what's not wonderful . . . sweet little Niki has a not-so-sweet little cold. So though I won't be taking care of any husband this week I will be taking care of a poor kitty. Fluids, baby!