New Normal

Last night, I was having some "widow time" -- reading, writing, crying, just generally letting my emotions be felt and released.  Sheldon kept checking on me, and I could tell it bothered him to see me so upset.  By now, he knows not to say, "Stop crying," because he knows that sometimes crying is exactly what I need.  He's become so adept at dealing with my emotions and the complications of my grief and my history.

After saying all the right supportive things, he gave me a big hug.  While in his arms, I said to him, "I wish you could have a normal girlfriend.  You deserve that." 

"I do have a normal girlfriend," he said. 

Could this man be more perfect?