Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine.
I lay out his clothes everyday.
My husband is gone. He is on Coruscant, again, serving the Republic. Last time, I was able to accompany him. Not this time, this time, I stayed home.
I still lay out his clothes.
My husband is a horrible dresser. Finding clothes that match is impossible for him. Before we were married, I would tell him what to wear. Now, I just lay out his clothes, down to the socks.
Before he left, I laid out all of his clothes. I put them each in a seperate bag. The man just cannot pack his own clothes!
I love my husband dearly. We always have wanted a child, but have never had one. I cannot give him one. We want to adopt a little girl, oneday. Hopefully after this war we can attain our dreams.
Maybe by then he can find his own clothes.
I turn on the holonews. I see my husband. No one else would notice this, but his socks don't match.
I see I still have to lay out his clothes.