“This is what love is, Diane!”

Years ago, Joel and I were watching a “so bad it’s good” made for TV movie about Ted Bundy. Bundy and his girlfriend had a fight, and yada yada yada, they end up in bed. Bundy starts acting shall we say, aggressive, she’s not into it, and he screams at her “THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS, DIANE!” Joel and I both looked at each other with WTF expressions and just died a little. Continue reading ““This is what love is, Diane!””

Hello, love.

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This may look like an ordinary photo – but look closely.

Can you see ALL the dirty dishes I used to make baked spaghetti last night, the wrecked stove top and counter top, or the piles of recycling I wasn’t able to take down because of the rain? Nope. Neither can I.

There are few things better than coming home after a hard day to an already cleaned house. Especially when you made 99% of the messes. Oh, and delicious treats left for you on the counter – not bad.

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Cleaning up without asking and leaving treats you’ve been talking about all week are little things, and I believe in the little things. A random sweet message via text. A surprise treat at the end of a bad day. A un-prompted back scratch. A handwritten note. Remembering to serve ice cream with a little spoon, because they don’t like the big spoons with ice cream. Tucking in the bed sheets because you know they love it. A simple “I’m sorry” after a misunderstanding. Hell, the fact that I can even bring it up when my feelings are hurt is a little thing that I think is the biggest thing.

I live for these sweet gestures. Faults and cracks in the little things have been my downfall in the past. And now they just make me grateful to be where I am, and who I’m with. I came home wanting to eat my feelings. Now I’m gushing about love.

It’s the little things.