Sometimes, Its the Little Things You Do
I try to let my husband know every day that I still adore him. (I do, by the way.) Since he works 12-hour shifts and is gone from home for at least 13 hours a day, I might not get to tell him that he still lights my fire.
Then sometimes, it's just something simple that lets him know I did a little extra just for him. Just 'cause.
When hubby told me that he noticed a lot of the guys at work had the same sandwich bags we do, I knew I had to act. I wouldn't want hubby's lunch getting mixed up with anyone else's. Thus, I let him know that I care that his belly gets filled while he's out there working his fingers to the bone for us.
And how does one do that?
I think a picture tells the story best:
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I suppose you want to know his reaction to this. It was a tickle and a "you think you're funny." Ha ha ha haha hahaha! Not he thinks I'm funny. I think I'm funny.
And I do. I giggled all evening.
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