You fall in love with the little things about someone like their smile, the way they care about you and others, their voice, their eyes, and the list is endless. And similar little things that you do for each other keep your love go strong for life.
After years of being together, it is not the expensive gifts or candlelight dinners that define love, but the small things like breakfast in bed, traveling together, evening walks, changing baby’s diaper or pushing the cart in a grocery store.
In a Facebook post dedicated to her husband, lifestyle blogger Heather Delaney listed down several such little things her spouse does that make her feel loved and cared for.
View this post on Instagram
i don’t remember the last time i had to pour up my sunday morning coffee and he never has to worry about clean socks and we are twenty years strong this month and i can honestly say that i’m more crazy about him now than what i was then 💫 . . . . . #intentionalmarriage #liveauthentic #thehappynow #authenticmoments #intentionallife #lifestyleblogger #livethelittlethings #thatsdarling #loveauthentic #loveintentionally #love #pursuepretty #dirtybootsandmessyhair #chasinglight #loveandwildhearts #belovedstories #makeithappen #heyheyhellomay #authenticlovemag #justalittleloveinspo
“He always pushes the grocery cart. (and when we get back to the truck, he always unlocks the doors immediately so that I can get in, and then proceeds to unload the groceries, while I’m sat in the truck with the seat warmers on. rain or shine – every time – this is our grocery game plan),” she wrote.
Delaney also shared that she used to search for affection in conventional ways of showing love like flowers, chocolates, etc but with time she noticed the little things her husband did for her actually defined care and love. This was a gamechanger in her relationship, she wrote.
“For he rarely buys flowers, but he calls me everyday when he gets off of work, to see if I need anything picked up. He never thinks of buying chocolate, But whenever he sees anything that resembles a slice of plant based, organic goodness, he always buys it for me – And is always so proud to surprise me with his latest grocery store find,” she wrote.
View this post on Instagram
Last Sunday, we argued. Actually, to use the word argued may be a little misleading. We ignored. That is how we argue around here. We don’t verbally fight. We don’t scream. We don’t use curse words, or name call. We ignore. Basically, we go around the home, pretending that the other is not there (invisible, if you will). Answering to children, door bells, and phone calls only. Not asking the other what they want for lunch, or if they want coffee made (and not asking for two reasons: one being that you don’t care at that time what they want; the other reason being that you know they won’t answer. so bless that). So, that is our argument. Let’s title it ‘The Invisible Games’, shall we? The winner? Well, that’s decided on a game by game basis (we’ve both become quite skilled in it, if I do say so myself). As for the reason behind the argument? Don’t ask me. Not that I won’t share it. I mean, I’ll share anything. Hashtag open book right here, my friends. But rather, I don’t want you to ask me, because I have no answer to give you. That’s right, Friends. I have absolutely no freaking idea what it was that we were arguing about. Not a clue. Like, at all. So the chances that it was something particularly petty are obviously pretty high. Anyway, back to the argument (if that’s what we want to call it). We spent our whole Sunday like that. All day. All evening. And went to bed like it that night (those of you who can make up before you go to bed, I salute you. I have this thing called a stubborn streak, you see. a gift from the lord himself). So the day ended with him on one side of the bed; me on the other. Basically teetering on the side of Mount Everest, whereby falling off of the bed onto the floor would have been a better option than my arm so much as grazing his (again. the streak, my friends. it’s strong). And we woke up the next morning to no kiss good bye before work. No reassurance to make sure that he took his lunch. No requests to call on dinner break. The Invisible Games: Still in play. (catch the ending below in the comments)
“He can only boil eggs and butter bread. So while I have never walked into a dining room with candles flickering and plates of gourmet goodness laid out – He wakes up every Sunday morning, puts on coffee, pours up my favourite mug, and passes it to me while I’m cozied up on the living room couch (and if my mug is in yesterday’s dirty dishes, he’ll always wash it out. bless him),” she added.
View this post on Instagram
I called you yesterday. And asked you out on a date. You said yes. (and so did your mother. hashtag best babysitter eva.) I told the children that you and I were going out to celebrate an early Valentines Day. One said “That’s sweet, Mom. You two deserve it.” Another said “You’re going out with MY man?!” Another said “Bow chicka wow wow.” (I’ll leave it up to you to guess who said what. hint: it’s a nobrainer) I curled my hair. I put on makeup. I slipped on a little black dress. (I also had a run in my pantyhose, so bless that.) You came home from work, only to turn around to walk out the door again, and didn’t complain once about it. holla. On the drive to town, you held my hand. And we talked about many things, but one thing in particular stood out to me: How busy we are. How busy life is. Well, Valentine, I hope we never get too busy. Never too busy to say “Have a good day! Love you!” as you walk out the door. Never too busy for a random text throughout the day, just to say hello + i love you. Never too busy to sit down together when you get home from work, to eat and to talk. Never too busy to cuddle on the sofa, you picking out a movie and me complaining about it. Never too busy to go to bed at the same time, every night, to leave the weight of the day behind. Never too busy to do the same thing again the next day, and the next, and the one after that. Never too busy to remember that it is me + you. first. foremost. the most important. the very tippity top of that proverbial totem pole. And mostly, Valentine, I hope we never get too busy to show our children this daily. Never too busy to be an example to them that it is you and I first – So that we can love them best. For my greatest wish for our little hearts is for them to love well, and be loved well. That’s it. End of story. So, Valentine, thank you for never being too busy to say yes. Yes to date night. Yes to love. Yes to packing away fifty two loads of laundry. (I appreciate it all equally. I really, really do lolz) • rest in comments 👇🏼
Listing down several such things that her husband
“He has sat in a theatre on Broadway with me to watch a musical. He has walked through Ernest Hemingway’s home with me. He has been through more museums and libraries in a lifetime than he cares to admit. And he has never complained about any of it. Not even once.”
“He’s gotten up in the middle of the night with a crying baby. If his restaurant order is better than mine, he’ll always switch plates. He watches Sleepless in Seattle when he would rather be watching Jason Bourne (at least I think that’s his name). He knows my most favorite ‘lady products’, and will run to the pharmacy to grab me them whenever needed (if that isn’t loving, I don’t know what is)….And, he will always, always push the grocery cart,” she lovingly added.
View this post on Instagram
That one time when we went trick or treating in Florida 🍭🎃 This weekend past I decided that I wanted to watch a Halloween movie every Sunday with my crew for the month of October. The problem was that I was coming up short, and the only one I could think of was Hocus Pocus (you know. as one would). So I done what one does when they’re looking for information: Why, ask the iG world, of course lol Some fine folks in my stories gave me all kinds of ideas, so I thought I’d share them with you, just in case you were interested in spending your October doing much the same!! Here are the suggestions I was given: Hotel Transylvania Hocus Pocus Goosebumps Monster Family October Kiss The Little Rascals: Scary Spooktacular Beetlejuice Casper ParaNorman The Nightmare Before Christmas Monster House Ernest Scared Stupid Halloweentown All Hallows’ Eve The House With a Clock in its Walls Toy Story of Terror The Haunted Mansion Ghostbusters Tower of Terror Scooby-Doo Coraline The Addams Family It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown Frankenweenie With all of the suggestions given, now instead of movie night every Sunday of October, we just may do movie night every evening of October!! (and it maybe just gives me a good excuse to eat popcorn every evening. #dontjudge) So, tell me – Did your favourite Halloween movie make the list? 👻
Calling the conventional ways of showing love momentary, Delaney explained, “The flowers die. The chocolate and meals get devoured. And the surprise getaways happen, and then they’re over. But it’s in the moments that you can depend on (over and over and over again), well, that’s where the love is found.”
While concluding, Delaney urged women to find love in little things and not material ones. “Don’t search for the flowers, Ladies. Nor waste your time in want of the chocolates. Search for the one who will push your grocery cart. For that’s where the always kinda’ love is ♡.”
He always pushes the grocery cart. (and when we get back to the truck, he always unlocks the doors immediately so that…
Love is all about little things and