It’s the Small Things

My husband leaves for his work home sometime on Sunday.  Today, he left early because of an impending storm.  While I hate that he travels far to go back to work, I also hate that he has to leave.  See, I love my husband.  It’s kind of corny to say, but I’m more me when I’m with him.  I miss him when he’s gone… a lot. 

I came home from church today and he had already gone, which made me sad.  Sundays are rough that way. My soul was lifted when I went to put my shoes away and saw this note on my bathroom mirror:

It’s so small.  It’s so simple.  It made my heart sing.  I know my husband loves me.  We’ve been married for more than 10 years and he tells me daily, but this little note was just a little reminder that he stopped to think of me on his way out of town, knowing that I would be missing him. 

I don’t need flowers.  I don’t need jewelry (at least not all the time).  I don’t need something showy.  It’s the simple things…the small things. Thanks my love!  Thanks for loving me and marrying me!