Love is in the Details

My husband shows his love in so many little ways – making me coffee every morning, fixed just the way I like it; helping with meals and dishes even when he’s tired from working full time; checking the yard and slaying scorpions each night, to keep us and our small dog safe; and so many other daily acts of love.


Love frequently speaks in whispers, small acts of kindness that too often go unnoticed or acknowledged. Routines that become so familiar, it’s easy to take them for granted.


One of the good things that came from this past year of virus craziness, was the fact that my husband’s company sent their employees home to work. Every day, I’ve had the privilege of Rick’s company, sitting beside me on the couch, with our dog curled up between us. It was the one “real” normal in a sea of disturbing “new” normals. His presence calmed and reassured me when the news was alarming. We shared laughter like always, and the familiar comfort of routine.


As caution over the virus lessens, Rick’s company is eagerly pushing for employees to return to the office. They could allow them to remain working remotely. But companies prefer to have workers where they can see them. I will save that rant for another day. This post is about adjustments. To yet another “new normal.” To learning to do without my husband’s warm, comforting presence 24/7.


This post is about saying thank you. Appreciating what you have right here and now. Looking at all the daily things that make you smile, or help you feel calm. These are the gifts of today. Look around. And say thank you.


Thank you, dear readers, for the gifts you give me every day. May you always have the joy of gratitude filling your heart.

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