On being cherished Jenny Block As I stood in the shower, and my wife washed my back gently in small circles, my eyes welled up with tears.
This is love, I thought. She has slowed danced with me in the kitchen. She has tucked me in dressing rooms with champagne, sending in gowns for glamorous galas.
She has taken me on European cruises. She has started eating more Asian food only because it’s my favorite. She has blessed the adoption of a puppy when the pandemic threatened to crush me.
She has loved me — hard — through life’s changes. And in the four-and-a-half years we have been together, there have been A LOT of changes.