I don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
Tracey was standing in the door posing sexily in a way which always makes me chuckle for the cheeky audacity of this wonderful woman. But as a husband with 16 years experience I knew this was no time to relax. This was a test.
Mothers Day had a very real chance of being a memorial instead of a celebration for the kids and I, so this year it’s especially sweet to be able to tell Tracey how much we love her, and to spoil her a bit.
I keep talking to Tracey as she lies sprawled out on her ICU bed and she, poor poppet, still has a tube in her mouth so she’s unable to communicate outside of nodding, shaking her head, eye rolling and wiggling her cute little eyebrows.