cold hands

my hands are prone to being cold. i was just reminded of this as i sat here, with my fingers intertwined, realizing that my fingers are cold. When Robert was alive and he would realize my hands were cold, he would rub his hands together for warmth and then sandwich my hands until they warmed up. he did a million little things for me that all showed, in different ways, how much he loved me. little things like ordering his veggies on a separate plate so he could give them to me and they wouldn't have touched meat. he would refer to me as "my sweet wife"... and then finish with something like "doesn't understand how good meat is and won't eat them if they touch my steak". Ha. He would ask me on a daily basis "have i told you today how cute you are?" These are all little things he did all the time. i'm starting to worry that i will forget the little things that made him him. the little kindnesses that he exhibited constantly, that made me adore him so.