It’s the little things that really matter. Don’t you think? A special gift, a bouquet of my favorite flowers, an unexpected dinner out….these are all nice, really nice and make me feel special, humble and extremely fortunate, but they’re not what I’m talking about today and are only a part of what makes me feel truly lucky and loved…..a very small part.
A few nights ago, my husband made me feel like the luckiest woman on Earth, like the stars had aligned just for me, like I’d truly found a man who shares a piece of my soul. I bet you’re expecting that he did something grand or gave me something that I longed for, but no. He did the dishes.
That’s it, you ask? Yep, but let me elaborate. It wasn’t just what he did, which was enough to make me happy, it was why. I’d made Frank a nice dinner that night and then we sat down on the couch to discuss how each other’s days had been. Usually I try to clean up the kitchen during the preparation of the meal, finishing right after we’re done eating. That night I decided to allow myself to relax with Frank a bit first. There wasn’t a ton to do, but I felt like I needed some time and the clean up also included emptying the dishwasher first. No kids were around, which is becoming more and more common these days now that they’re older. We’d finished dinner later than usual since Frank had gotten home later that night. Dinner was lovely and so was the wine that we shared from our recent trip to the Finger Lakes. We relaxed, talked, laughed and then eventually we dispersed to get ready for bed, he to his bathroom and me to mine. In our house the girls use the upstairs bathroom of our tiny home and the boys have made the downstairs bathroom their domain. After smearing my face with enough night cream to grease a pig at a southern barbecue, I walked into the kitchen to find Frank furiously scrubbing a pot.
Let me just start out by saying that he looked adorable. He was wearing the typical after work, relaxed, stay at home attire…..shorts, one of his favorite shirts (usually a Cowboys t-shirt), and often times a baseball cap. There’s nothing sophisticated or pressed about this uniform, but why should he wear anything else? Frank is the picture of a corporate professional in a suit each and every day and while he presents quite a polished, handsome daily look, which I
drool over appreciate too, it’s the comfy look at home with me that I prefer. Head over heels, aren’t I?
I quickly walked into the kitchen and said, “Honey, I’ll get that. I know you’re tired.” To which he then told me that when he walked into the kitchen and saw what I still had to do, he thought to himself that I must be just as tired as he is, and decided to help out. Now, don’t get me wrong. This wasn’t the first time that he’s done this sort of thing. He’s really very good about pitching in and helping around the house and always without being asked. This night in particular, for some reason unbeknownst to me, his actions and the reasons behind them made me realize just how incredibly lucky I am to have found this man…..because of these little things. Those are what make me feel truly loved, cared for, cherished.
I hope my girls have this kind of love in their lives someday. It doesn’t have to be a relationship like mine, with the same defined roles, interests or “little things.” It just needs to have those “little things” that matter to them. It’s really all a parent can wish for their children, as far as the love department goes. Wouldn’t you say?