My husband, in our almost 18 years of marriage, has never been one for grand, romantic gestures. Not that they haven't happened on occasion, it's just that he's better with smaller, more practical ways to express his love. This is fine by me. He is a steadfast and loyal man. He loves me and our children. He is generous and thoughtful and funny. And most of all, he has put up with me and all of my faults and foibles over the years. So I'm okay without lots of grand, romantic gestures.
One of the small expressions of love is that he brings me Diet Coke from McDonald's. Now, I know it's not good for me and there are healthier drinks out there, but it's one of my few vices and frankly, I don't know what they put in those Diet Cokes at Mickey D's, (I think it might be crack) but they are far superior to any other fast food Diet Coke. The yumminess is probably killing me more quickly than regular Diet Coke...
It's not a complicated task. If he's out, often he'll call and ask me if I want one, or if he's getting an iced tea, he'll just bring me a drink too. But the idea that he's thinking of me and what will please me, well, to me, that's big.
The longer we are married, I'm finding that it's the little things--the shared laughter and sorrow, the quiet chats after the kids are in bed where we discuss our day or week, holding hands, small thoughtful tasks--that stitch together the fabric of our lives into a finely wrought tapestry. These small "stitches" bind us more closely and strengthen us as a couple and as a family.
And a strong, closely knit family? What's more grand than that?!
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. May you find love in small things this week.
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