I’m feeling not so pretty these days. My broken arm is in a bright purple cast. I’ve had my hair chopped off into a pixie cut – so it’s easier for us to wash. I’m already sorta teary-eyed to be such a burden to you. Then, you are towel drying my hair. You whisper, “You’re so beautiful.”
I’m transported to a long ago Joe Cocker concert …you, my sweetness, are the beautiful one.