Sometimes he doesn't even have to do anything to make me feel better. A lot of times after a long crappy day I'll be at home restless and irritating not feeling like I'm "home". I guess it's hard to explain. But he'll get there and hug me and even just eye contact from him can make me feel safe and secure. All the BS at the day simmers down a bit...I'll vent, and then life is peachy again.
The best is when he'll fill up my truck for me in the winter so I don't have to be out in the cold. I don't think I've filled it myself in the snow more than a few times over the years.
I think the little things wind up being the big things. It's the things that are so minor they could be missed if I didn't pay attention-- a look, a touch on my back when we're walking, just little things. I suppose ultimately it's just the effort that matters. It's nice when they're thoughtful.
The best is when he'll fill up my truck for me in the winter so I don't have to be out in the cold. I don't think I've filled it myself in the snow more than a few times over the years.
I think the little things wind up being the big things. It's the things that are so minor they could be missed if I didn't pay attention-- a look, a touch on my back when we're walking, just little things. I suppose ultimately it's just the effort that matters. It's nice when they're thoughtful.