We were at BJ’s this evening stocking up on the essentials. Which, for us, basically means a cart load of meat and Claritin. While looking for an item for my sister, we split up to cover as much of the store as efficiently as possible. While we didn’t find what she wanted, the better-half walked up with a Swiffer and asked if I wanted it. I did. As we were walking to the checkout, I linked my arm in his and told him how sweet it was that he thought of the Swiffer.
Love at BJ’s–a beautiful thing.