I was fighting with D when I finally got a chance to blog this evening.

I hate it when we fight. I hate that he is right more than I am. (I will only admit this to you.) I hate that he has the ability to make me feel so small with a simple statement. At the same time, I hate that I say hurtful things. But sometimes, when I get angry… They just fall out of my mouth like marbles.

Especially when I feel attacked.

Then, as I laid here in the dark spewing randomosity in the form of  a blog-list, (which is what I do when I don’t have anything of substance to blog about but I feel like I should be blogging) he appeared in the doorway to our bedroom.

“I come in peace.” He said.

In his hands he held a scoop of chocolate chip ice cream. Just 1 scoop. In a pretty pink and white cardboard cup with a matching pink plastic spoon.

*sigh*

What is so significant about the ice cream?

There are 2 reasons why it is so thoughtful:

1) Chocolate Chip is the only ice cream that I really like, and not very many brands sell it. If they do, it really isnt very good.

2) When I was pregnant with Xavier, D would bring me a scoop of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream every night after work. We were literally dirt poor because we lived in a small military town… so while he was looking for a job, he would get up at 5 am and go to Labor Ready, even if it brought just enough money for gas and dinner.

It doesn’t even matter what he said or why I got mad. What matters is that when it is time to say “I’m sorry”, he knows exactly what to do to melt the icy, silent exterior around my heart. Not many people really know how to do that.

It seems silly to some but these little things are precisely why I married him.

I have never been the girl who needed dozens upon dozens of roses, or lavish gifts from the person I love. I just need a little token. A thoughtful gesture that says everything I need to hear at that moment.

Anyway, all of the sarcasm and jokes aside… he is the jelly to my peanut butter. I am truly blessed to have such a funny, sexy, doesn’t-put-up-with-my-shit and thoughtful husband…

Our love is hands down the reason why I believe in true love as much as I do.

Happy Friday!

What is the most romantic “little thing” that you have done for someone you love?
Has anyone done a thoughtful “little thing” for you?