Parkinson's, Plastic Cups and Some Normal!

I've freely espoused the idea of treasuring each moment, but do I follow my own advice? I don't think I understood what that really meant, until Husband's PD diagnosis. Living in the moment is easy to do when all is well. Yet, how quickly we forget the treasuring part.

Yesterday, Husband, feeling like his energetic self, went to Costco. It's his thing, this mega shopping warehouse, his domain, where he categorically feels he should go it alone. I'm perfectly OK with this, except when he goes off list.

I hear the garage open and the sounds of boxes. Husband is balancing the goods, when I see a colossal size bag of multi colored large plastic cups! I don't recall that being on the list. Why? Why do we need 140 colossal cups, that don't match each other, or anything else in my house? Is this a male thing? I reminded myself that the man I love was standing in front of me, in perfect form! I hugged him, thankful for the normal to happen. But, the cups are still going back tomorrow!