Your husband wasn’t the most outwardly-loving man. You knew he loved you, but he had trouble expressing it in conventional ways. He’d grumble instead of saying “thank you”, he’d mumble when you said you loved him. His calloused hands always made you aware of his love, that and his acts. Today you laid beside him in the morning glow of your bedroom, he cuddled you, cradling your head against his chest in his sleepy haze.