It's the Little Things

I've noticed recently that  I haven't really talked about the whole marriage thing on this here blog. So I've decided to change that right now.
The other day when I was finally starting to feel better, all I wanted to do was clean the apartment head to toe and do my laundry. But I still wasn't feeling well enough, I hadn't let my body rest between school and work... there was no way I could clean the apartment.
I texted Dan who was already at work, asking if he'd mind cleaning the bathroom.  His immediate response "not a problem, baby." After I got done getting ready, I headed downstairs to get my lunch squared away. The kitchen needed a good cleaning. Ssoo I texted Sir Dan asking if he'd mind also cleaning the kitchen. Again his response "sure, babe."
After work I came home to a clean kitchen and bathroom...  not like a woman would scrub, but clean enough to get by.
Our laundry is in the basement, which is two flights of stairs to go up and down with a basket or two full of laundry. I'm short and not super strong, so it's tough for me to carry them. On our way out yesterday, I asked if he'd mind bringing it down for me. He came back upstairs (which I did not know he wasn't upstairs), got my basket and brought it downstairs. But it didn't stop there- he put the load of laundry in for me. Nope it didn't stop there either. This morning after we switched it over to the dryer, I found my basket of clean laundry upstairs waiting for me.
Every day, my husband does something small that still surprises me. Whether it's a compliment (which is daily), the laundry, cleaning, rubbing my feet every night, the little things, I am constantly shocked at his forever giving. Sir Dan expects nothing in return, a kiss and a hug and some cuddling in bed. The little things are the things I look forward to, because I never know what their going to be, or when or why. I love the little things.