I haven't felt cherished by many in my life, but he does. He cherishes me. I saw it last night. He has a headache and feels lousy and he still helped me wrap the cake layers that will go into the freezer until I decorate them today. We cherish our little boys and want them to have a fun birthday complete with a delicious cake (come back later to see pictures).
I am cherished...enough so that when it really matters, he shows me. Sometimes it is in the way he worries about me. Sometimes it is in the coffee he so lovely made for me to resemble the closest version I have ever tasted to Starbucks!
I need to practice the art of cherishing him more...not just when he is cherishing me, but because he is someone I do cherish.