The habits nobody else notices.
For Edward and me, one of those things was lunch.
Every morning, I packed him two sandwiches because he was a big man doing physical construction work.
I included sliced apples because early in our marriage, Edward once mentioned that his mother used to put an apple in his lunch when he was growing up.
He said it made packed lunches feel like home.
I remembered.
So there were always apples.
Then came a thermos filled with black coffee.
Edward had been drinking coffee that way since he was nineteen, when he first started working construction.
And finally, there was the note.
That tradition started during our first week of marriage.
I remember looking at his plain brown lunch bag one morning and thinking it looked too practical.
Food.
Napkin.
Coffee.
Nothing about it said, I thought about you while you were still sleeping.
So I grabbed an index card and wrote something small.
