The Little Things.

Every day I am in awe of all the little things you do for me. You don’t necessarily tie them up with a pretty shiny red satin bow, but when your tenderness reaches my heart it feels as though you had and I am in awe of your never ending desire to continuously give.

It’s all the little things that make me fall more in love with you every single day. Things that may go unnoticed by one whom isn’t paying attention. No fanfare. No ticker-tape parade. Just a man, in love with a woman, letting her know in his own little ways every day how his heart beats for her.

The little things you do:
• Angel. Just a word in the dictionary:
  an⋅gel [eyn-juhl]
  –noun
  a person having qualities generally attributed to an angel, as beauty, purity, or kindliness.

  You have no idea the power it has when you call me your angel. A small gesture. Just a word, true, but one that encompasses everything.

• Your hand on my lower back as your stand just behind me. Protective. Possessive. Positive.
• Your gentle kisses on my forehead, absent minded I am sure, yet to me, mean the world.
• Foot Rubs from heaven! You take the stresses, the strains, the anxiety from the work day right out of me when you take me aside and give me that random foot rub.
• When my hand is in your hand, the way that you rub your thumb across the top of my hand/fingers. Or if your hand is resting gently on my thigh, how your thumb rubs back and forth on the surface of my leg. Soft, gentle, and full of love.
• Coming home to the house clean and the dishes done. Eases my soul like you don’t even know.
• The way you help with dinner. A partnership in the kitchen. Awesome.
• Your patience for my breaks. My broken-ness. Your strength gives me strength. I feel worthy when I am with you.
• You go out of your way to do things that will make my heart sing. Bloomfield. Shelton’s. Herb gardens. Believing in me.
• You believed in me enough to introduce me to your best friends/family. You brought me into your inner circle. You trusted me.
• You love my children.
• Soft kisses on my hand/fingers as you hold me protectively.
• Wrapping me up in your arms in the middle of the night. Holding me while I cry, shake and shiver in fear due to the night terrors. You do not yell at me to shut up. You protect me. You wake me. You hold me close to your body to reassure me that I am safe. You take the time to care and show the patience that PTSS needs.
• You take care of me when I am too busy taking care of everybody else to do it.
• You make me feel important.
• A gift in every drawer. Need I say more?
• Breakfast cooked for me before work.
• Flowers for no reason but you love me.
• Standing up for me in front of strangers/family/my children. Having my back in any given situation brings huge heart smiles. Knowing that I can count on you in those types of arenas is incredible to me.
• The twinkle in your eye when you smile at me and your heart is achingly full of love, desire, compassion and passion. The dimples on your cheeks grow deep when you smile at me, beaming from ear to ear with a full heart, a satiated soul and a deep sense of happiness that cannot be denied. Even the furthest stranger can see how content you are when your eyes meet mine and you have my hand in yours.
• Patience. Like that of a rock. Of a Pulitzer Prize winner. Constantly teaching of those things around me I crave to know; the things that life has already shown you, has already allowed you to absorb. And yet, you nary grow weary of my constant wonderment with all that you find mundane and boring. Your eyes nearly hold as much wonderment as do mine when you view things through mine. And for that it takes patience and understanding. Given to me freely. Beyond anything I could have ever hoped for before, since, or after.

These are really just a few things, off of the top of my head things, that I could throw together in to a list to let you know, mi corazone, how much you mean to me. How much each and every little thing affects me, my mood, my life, my stance, and my position next to you in this life we lead. I don’t think you truly understand the depth of it all, but maybe someday you will see. I see everything. I ache for everything you will graciously give to me. I am your angel and I crave every little morsel you send my direction. The list will grow, as will our love, and with each new moment of tenderness, I shall ingrain these precious little moments in my brain forever.

Te amo, mi amor. Mucho. Eres el aire que respiramos.