Early this morning, my husband crawled into bed beside me, and wrapped his hardworking arms around my waist. I snuggled back into his familiar embrace, as he kissed my shoulder and whispered, “I got you something. It’s on the counter.”
I love his special “I was thinking of you” gifts.
His “just because” gifts.
The ones that I didn’t do anything to merit.
They aren’t trying to buy my forgiveness, or get something in return.
They aren’t big, or expensive; they are thoughtful.
They are, just because he loves me.