One of my favorite things about being married so far are the little surprises that come along the way.
A couple months after we got married, I came home on a Friday afternoon knowing Mr. H was taking me out on a date that night. I couldn't wait to get all dolled up for him. Much to my surprise when I walked in the door, a beautiful bouquet of flowers was sitting on the table, along with a card with my name on it. If you know me very well, you know I have a slight obsession with cards, stationery and all things print. I have gobs of blank cards on my desk just waiting for a person to send them to. But when someone else can appreciate my love of them, and give me a card...picked out just for me...I swoon. Especially when it's my man who has spent time on the card aisle (a place I've given hours of my life to.)
So tonight as I was getting ready to go to a meeting and he told me he was going to make me dinner, I melted. And this wasn't a "oh look, we have brats...I'll make these and you can eat some too" kind of a 'make me dinner.' No. This was a "do we have x, y, and z, and if not, I need to go to the store" kind of 'make me dinner.' During the meeting, I declined a wrap, soup and cheesecake dinner, and boasted to everyone my husband was making me dinner.
As soon as I walked in the door, it smelled delicious. Mr. H had made me a delicious Amish breakfast casserole. Very much out of the realm of his usual cooking, and I have to say, my heart melted. The fact that he had put time and effort into making me dinner was so sweet.
I've learned that sometimes it's the smallest things that are the best things about being married. These little surprises make the journey that much better.
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