A few nights ago, Nason did something very sweet.  He came home with flowers and wine, then grilled a couple of steaks and made dinner.  I tried to help several times, but every time I would ask if he needed help, he kicked me out of the kitchen.  Even though it drove me crazy a little, I loved it.  It was so romantic, and made me feel very special and loved.

I think that little gestures like that are what truly define a marriage.  Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he sweeps me off my feet with a surprise road trip or a date, but it’s the little things and kind words that happen between the big events.  A love letter is wonderful, but I still tell Nason every day that I love him.  And, dates are nice (when we have the extra money) but so is snuggling up on the couch with a movie.  I guess what I’m trying to say is all of those great little moments in our marriage make something truly beautiful in a big picture sort of way, and the bigger things we do for each other only enrich the love we already have.  He makes me feel special all the time, and that is something pretty cool.

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