Clean bed sheets
a sunny day
a child’s laughter
It’s not the diamonds he got me for Valentines Day, Christmas, or Mother’s Day. It’s the dinner he has waiting when I get home from work, the massages he gives when he knows I hurt, sitting down in the livingroom because that’s where I am. Day after day, year after year, for almost 30 years now. And boy, do I know how much he loves me! Yesterday he said, “Let’s go shopping.” (I’m always game for that!) He bought something he knew I wanted.
It’s the little things in life that mean the most.