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“I remembered how happy you looked.”
I smiled faintly.
“You once said I could open a department store in our bedroom.”
He chuckled, then grew serious.
“But when you were in the hospital, I kept thinking about how close I came to losing you.”
He looked toward my blue dress.
“I kept thinking.”
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“One evening, I walked into our bedroom and saw that hanging in the closet. I remembered how happy you looked the last time you wore it.”
He took my hand.
“And I realized I’d spent years making fun of something that brought you so much joy.”
I gasped.
“I don’t need expensive gifts.”
“So I thought, why not give you a proper place for all those things? And some beautiful new dresses to go with it?”
He squeezed my hand. “Life’s too short to spend it telling you that you don’t need another dress.”
