Most mornings David sends me a text after he gets to work and tells me he loves me and hopes I have a good day. Sometimes I’m still sleeping when I get the text, other times I’m awake but in the shower or getting coffee, but there are some mornings when I hear the musical chime that lets me know I have a text and I “just know” it’s him. I smile to myself and I get the butterflies in my stomach. Each time I am amazed at how sweet, generous, thoughtful, and amazing my future husband is.
For as long as I can remember my dad has brought my mom a rose (or three or five) home when he gets off work–for no reason. Just because he loves her. Because he wants to do something nice, romantic, sweet for her. It’s that simple gesture, the little things that make it even more romantic. My mom told me a long time ago that if you only do something romantic/sweet when it’s “required,” or because you feel obligated then it’s not a gesture from the heart. If you do little things all during the year, not just on Valentine’s or your anniversary, or some other holiday then it means more.
David does little things all the time. Not just the texts in the morning, but gestures like bringing me a rose when he got his first paycheck from his new job, or cooking me dinner, or rubbing my shoulders, or breaking into song to make me smile, or making me laugh when he can tell I am frustrated or upset, or asking me how my day was and really listening, asking me what I think about something and valuing my opinion, agreeing to rent season 6 of Supernatural so we can watch all the episodes I’ve missed, or washing the dishes when I’m in the middle of doing laundry.
Before I met David I never knew how much those little things had been missing in my life. He makes me so extremely happy. He’s the prefect match for me. As cliche as it sounds, it’s as if we were made for each other. He tells me he appreciates me and all the at I do, tells me thank you…How amazing.
As I plod through the process of planning our wedding, and the DIY projects for it (as well as the DIY projects for our home), I am reminded on a constant basis of just how blessed I am.