My husband is not very good at making grand gestures.
I will admit that at times it can be a little frustrating, in the past he's flubbed a few holidays and birthdays. On Valentine's Day a few years ago, we decided instead of presents we would do something thoughtful for each other.
I spent an entire week sneaking down to the basement where I cleaned and organized all of his tools. Some of them were full of grease from a job he had over 10 years ago. It was definitely a labor of love. I was so excited for my husband to get home from work so I could show him what I did.
When he arrived at home, changed and was about to get comfy I asked him to go to the basement and get me a screwdriver for something.
He came back upstairs and was so happy about what I had done, then he said, "What's the occasion?" I knew in that moment that he had forgotten. He really did feel terrible, and after my initial reaction, it wasn't the biggest deal in the world.
You see, he's really good at doing small things that let me know he's thinking about me.
I keep track of expenses in our house. We use our debit card a lot, so I go on-line every couple of days to track any purchases.
When my husband gets gas, he always tries to get a number like $33.33 or $44.44, it's his way of saying, "hi" to me when I'm sitting down to pay bills or balance the checkbook.
He also always gives me his cool pens and notebooks he gets from work. I cannot express how happy a pen and notebook can make me. I have such a love for office supplies, he knows this about me and indulges this crazy love of mine.
He always seems to know when I've had it. Whether its when I'm sick, or had a particularly trying day with the kids or something else, he immediately jumps in and takes over. Sometimes I just look at him and say, " I need to tag out" and that's all he needs. I am free to go read or sleep or watch that terrible tv I love so much.
Though every girl loves a grand gesture from time to time, I am so thankful for the small things he does that lets me know he's thinking of me.