Little things mean a lot.

You know, sometimes I feel convinced that The Hub hardly even knows I'm alive, let alone that he loves me. Sometimes I think I was just a convenient person for him to turn to when his first wife died, because he is somewhat absent minded.

But then something will happen and I'll know: he loves me. The trip to W.VA was definately his gig. We stayed with his family, we went on their schedule. I can effectively pack in as little as 10 minutes, which I did on this trip, since we were running around like mad people trying to get the jeep on the road in a timely way.

Consequently, though I managed to remember my inhaler, I forgot my epi-pen, that handy dandy piece of equipment those of us with serious bee sting allergies carry around to avoid ...well, serious consequences.

Neither that cabin nor the train ride would be any place to simply swallow a benadryl and hope for the best. The cabin is 20 miles from the nearest hospital, not on a map, on a dirt road accessable through a keyed gate. The train ride, as far as I knew, was miles from anywhere.

When I unpacked at the cabin I saw that it wasn't in my bag. Oh well, I thought, if I get stung by a bee, I guess I'll just cack. It's not like I'm inventin' a cure for cancer anyway. I put it firmly out of my mind. After all, why borrow trouble?

The Hub's suitcase was open on the floor and something safety yellow caught my eye. My epi-pen. It would have to be the spare one which was stuffed way up in the linen closet in the back where you'd really have to look for it.

"Did you pack this?" I asked, stupidly.

"Yeah, I packed it. If you get stung we're miles from help. You'd better put it in your purse right now while you're thinking of it. Show me which end, again, I have to pull off if I have to give it to you."

"You looked for my epi-pen. You packed it." I marvelled.

"Yes! I packed your spare inhaler too. You're always leaving that stuff. It's no good to you in the closet you know."

I gave him a kiss.

"What's that for? What did I do? You sure are a mysterious bird." he said, shaking his head.

Practical Old Hub. He really does love me.