I don't greet my husband at the front door in heels and my
The house is never immaculate. Ever. We have 2 cats, a dog, and preschooler. I do my best to keep the toys and the hair under control. Clean towels are always available. And we never run out of tooth paste.
What really matters, my shining moment, happens first thing in the morning. I make coffee, French press, everyday. I'm not going to sell you some story that I make coffee everyday for Hatta because I'm such a remarkable wife. It's not the case. I make it out of my own selfish necessity. I'm hopelessly addicted to coffee.
I drink my coffee as soon as its pressed. Then, I pour my husband's half into a travel mug. Every morning I consciously place the lid on his mug, handle to the right. And this, my friend, is why I'm a kick ass wife. For some peculiar reason, it bugs my husband when the lid is placed so the handle is on the left side of the mug. I don't get it. To me it doesn't matter, I'm not so particular. It matters to him. It's such a tiny thing, but I know it makes a difference. So I do it. I send him off to work happy. In my head I may be thinking a wide assortment of negative things regarding his peculiarity, but all that matters is that the lid to the mug goes on right.
When you hear someone say, "it was the little things," this is the exact moment they're talking about. What are the little things you do for others that show you care?
It is the little things, absolutely. It makes my husband happy if I give him a big old kiss when he comes home from work. So even though I'm a disaster, I do it. :)
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