I have heard people say that they fall in love with their spouse all over again.  There was a time when I even agreed, but today I realized…I never DON’T love my husband, but often he will do something that reminds me HOW much I love him.  It is easy for me to express my annoyance with him, for me to tell him I am tired or angry, but I wonder if I tell him often enough how much I love him?  How much he means to me?

I suppose for some a grand gesture is needed for this sort of appreciation to wash over them, but I realize for me it’s the little things.  Our three year old will seek out his daddy, who works at home, at random times during the day.  My husband’s usual response, “What’s up, babycakes?” often accompanied by a quick kiss on the head or a pat on our little boy’s diapered behind.

I admit to being something of a worrywart.  There was a time when I was afraid a test from my doctor might not go so well, I was scared, I would often succumb to fits of tears.  His usual response, “You’ll be fine.”  At the time it annoyed me greatly.  I remember telling him once that if I wasn’t fine I would be mad at him for lying to me.  And yet, a part of me feels that this is his way of coping, his way of telling me that the thought of him going on without me being healthy by his side just isn’t in the cards.  He isn’t brushing me off, he is trying to lend me some of his confidence.

My husband made this blog for me to get out whatever I wanted-my fears, my frustrations, my annoyances, etc.  And yet, I think I do a good job of that all on my own…I am sure my kids and my husband would agree.  Instead, perhaps I will use this blog as a reminder to tell my husband and my children how much I love them…and that yes, it IS the small things that matter.