Coming home to find hydrangeas in a vase
Calling first thing in the morning to say, “I love you!”
Holding hands while driving to the store.
Doing another load of laundry after washing all the clothes—just
because he needs a few items to take on the road.
Putting him first in my thoughts even though he is hundreds
of miles away.
Woody is home six days out of the month if we are lucky.
Building intimacy is nearly impossible with an absentee spouse. However, it is
all the little things that bind us together—like gentle raindrops falling on my
face, providing momentary relief from the sun’s scorching rays. The gentle
words, the small gifts, the acts of service—all of these things are so mundane
and menial; yet through these things we say “I love you. I value you. I desire
you.”
Love isn’t always romance and rockets exploding, but it is
always respectful; and we discover it’s true worth in the little things.
