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Little Things

Every day little things around us either bring us pleasure or discontent. When it comes to being married, it can depend on the hour or the day. I love my husband to pieces, but those little things can test my patience. It bugs him that I open wrappers and forget to throw them away. It bugs me that he blows his nose really loud right next to the bed when I am sleeping. I say those because they are so ridiculous. I have as many irritating qualities as he does. A few reasons to be glad I married him. He still wakes me up with a kiss every morning. He makes me laugh. He rubs my head when I have a headache. He comes home to me every night. The day he is perfect; I will be too! We have had our rocky times, but with God's help they brought us closer together. I didn't really know what love was when I got married. Does anyone? I just looooved him(:. I didn't know about choosing to love someone by my actions. I wash underwear for him because his love language is service. Not that I wouldn't wash his underwear(:. Just that I have to make sure I am doing something for him or he doesn't feel loved. He sits next to me on the couch for a few minutes because I need that "quality time" to feel loved. I know this is sounding way too preachy, but I just needed to write it. Read into it whatever you want. My blog...my rules! I love my hubby!

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