Once, when we were living in our apartment, I locked my car keys inside my car while I was getting the mail at the leasing office. I still had my apartment key and cell phone, so I walked to the apartment and called David. I told him when he got home I’d use his key to unlock my car door and move my car to its proper parking spot. Awhile later, David came home, and handed me my car keys. He had moved my car for me.
It’s not the most romantic gesture, and it wasn’t expensive, but I could not have been more pleased. We lived in a third floor apartment. And I didn’t have to walk down those stairs over to the leasing office, move my car and walk all the way back up those three flights of stairs.
My husband loves me. He does stuff like that all the time. Stuff I don’t expect. Little things that help so much.
Oh, and one more thing. My husband loves me because he’s taking me to see New Moon in thirty minutes. Gotta run!
Love,
A Young Wife
Awww….you guys are so sweet!