Thursday, April 7, 2011

Small and Simple Things

I love my husband.

Magically (and sometimes surprisingly) I came out the winner in the dating game. I hit the jackpot. I could go on and on about the millions of reasons why I love him, but I love that he is always doing the small and simple things to show me he loves me too.

He sorts and folds the laundry (just last night he folded 5 baskets of laundry -which is kind of embarrassing that we even had that much). I HATE folding laundry so this alone is a huge act of kindness.
I always get a kiss goodbye and well wishes for my day in the wee hours of the morning when he leaves work...
And am greeted with a bear hug and a kiss when I walk in the door at night.
He notices when the dishes need to be unloaded, trash needs to be taken out, or the laundry started.
He gets home from work before me and spends those 15 minutes straightening up the house
- is there anything better than coming home to a clean house?
He opens my doors, knows my favorite treats, has an email waiting for me when I get into work, a good morning text when I'm supposed to wake up, endlessly rubs my back, puts my comfort above his own, etc.
But some of my favorite things is when I wake up - or like this morning get back from the gym - and have something like this waiting for me:

  
I think after writing this - the way to my heart is through a clean house.
I don't know if that is good or bad?

1 comment:

Marie said...

Wow, what a sweetheart! Geez!