It’s the little things that really matter in my marriage. When I was younger and naïve I expected sweeping gestures of romance to fill every waking moment of life. I imagine this deluded idea came from all those princess movies I watched as a child. Those films lead way to the romantic comedy which taught me that without drama and amazing feats of reconciliation that my relationships were not whole.
Then I got married.
And reality set in.
& I matured.
Though Adam attempts from time to time those sweeping gestures we see in movies, that is not how I know he loves me.
That he takes my car to be serviced and have the tires changed.
He brings ice water with a straw to bed at night.
He calls me during the day to say he misses me.
He thanks me when I cook, or clean, or pack him a lunch to take to work.
He is supportive of my dreams: even the farfetched ones.
He is kind to my nieces.
He makes me laugh.
It’s the culmination of all these little things that make me feel deeply LOVED and appreciated.
& I am grateful for a husband who isn’t afraid to love me whole heartedly. Even when I am a little bit crazy.