She'd been lying in the hospital bed for five days, hair unwashed, tubes in her arms, fluids no one wants others to see in bags. Unsure of her fate, she wished to just close her eyes and not wake up; when she did awake, her husband was looking down on her lovingly and smiling, holding her hand.
"We won't be going on vacation this summer," she told him smiling, trying to put up a good front. He squeezed her hand and told her, "We'll have next summer." She never felt more loved or beautiful than in that moment.