It Takes a Village

“I was determined not to be her nanny, I was her spouse. If I became her nanny, we no longer had a marriage. It was a question of giving her help when she needed it without being officious about it. Ultimately, I had to bathe her. She didn't dare go into the shower cabinet. But having bathed her, I left her to dry herself. Or she'd start with the wrong button on her blouse. I'd simply unfasten them again, fasten one, and leave her to it. It was a saving grace we were both able to laugh about things.” George, Husband