Helens' Halos

I have always thought I was  one of the luckiest guys, now I know I am.  The delights of being a father are perhaps the greatest honor any person can have.
The honor of being Helens father is the greatest honor a person can have.
She and I went to eat on Sunday, our favorite steakhouse.  This is the first time since my stroke.  I still haven't quite managed the intricacies of holding a fork or knife in my left hand.  Cutting a steak seemed like an impossible action.  My aprehension must have shown.  We ordered our dinner, talked and mused over the day.  Dinner came.  I picked up my utensils and started the hacking.  I made a concerted effort and was able to get a few pieces but it was evident it was going to take awhile.  Without a word Helen reached over, picked up my plate and cut my steak.  Each morsel cut with precision and love.  I humbly said Thank You.  Helen just looked at me and said " Dad you cut my steaks and fed me for a long time, I can do the same ."