The Little Things in Life

location: Still on the couch...

mood: flirty

music: Cranky and Tired children...not my favorite :(

How precious also are Your thoughts to me...How vast is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. -Psalm 139:17-18

When you first fell in love, being thoughtful came quite naturally. You spent hours dreaming of what your loved one looked like, wondering what he or she was doing, rehearsing impressive things to say, then enjoying sweet memories of the time you spent together. you honestly confessed, "I can't stop thinking about you."


When I first read that I nodded contentedly to myself and moved on, but now tonight it kind of caught my breath as I read it. If I wasn't sworn to complete honesty writing this blog, I'm not sure I would say this to anyone else. I'm not sure I ever looked at dh before, even while we were dating. I'm not sure I spent hours dreaming of what he looked like, wondering what he was doing, rehearsing impressive things to say. I do know I did that with my previous boyfriends, each one with whom I was overly infatuated with, ga-ga over, and in love. And each one of these stole my heart, took it in their hands, and splintered it into several pieces. I can, if I try, still feel the pain, although buried under years of "moving on" because it was the right thing to do. And it was.

However, when I met dh, I had more control over my emotions. After all, I wasn't sure how many more times my heart could afford to be broken. I thought I had matured, that before I had let my feelings control me. Was I wrong this whole time?

Now, do not get me wrong, whatever you do. I do love my husband with my entire heart and soul. But, have I allowed myself to really see him. Have I spent hours dreaming about him? It's not too late. I can start today.
 

CONTACT YOUR SPOUSE SOMETIME DURING THE BUSINESS OF THE DAY. HAVE NO AGENDA OTHER THAN ASKING HOW HE OR SHE IS DOING AND IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU COULD DO FOR THEM.
 

I think I kind of surprised him, however it did happen to be his birthday. So I was able to simply ask him how his birthday was going so far. I did surprise him when I asked him if he needed anything.

It also mentioned thinking ahead to the next great event, so I thought carefully how to proceed with the evening. Asking him to put the kids to bed while I cook him a delicious dinner, something I knew he would enjoy. That worked pretty well.

Here's where it gets interesting. I "prepared" for bed, and saw it was going to take a little bit of a challenge to get anywhere. And, honestly, I wasn't much in the mood either.  I realized I'm always begging him for a back massage, but when was the last one I offered one for him...so I got out the oil, started massaging and "dreaming" of him.

Mmmmm....life is good.