Two more perfect examples of the "little things" that my sweet husband does for me…
I am six months pregnant, and have recently complained to him how I wish I had a body pillow. I borrowed one from my sister once, but I've never had one of my own. Well, yesterday, when he came home from work, he had a surprise for me: you guessed it, a brand-new body pillow! It is perfect! Last night I was so much more comfortable. And so touched that he thought of me.
Later that night, right before bed, I asked him if he could make a snack for me. Not to eat right then, but to put on the nightstand so that I would have it in the morning as soon as I woke up (I have hyperemesis gravidarum, and mornings are especially bad). He said that he would, but pointed out that we had run out of butter that day, which was imperative for this particular snack. I was a little bummed, but oh well, right?
Well, this morning after he left for work, I looked up my nightstand and realized that my snack was sitting on it. The same snack that I had requested last night. The one that we didn't have butter for. I guess he must've woken up sometime around 4 (he has to be up by 4:30 for work, poor guy), gone to the store, and bought butter just for me. I cried. :,-3
I don't know what I've done to deserve his love, but I hope that I keep on doing it!
