Love

I really, really wanted mashed potatoes and gravy for breakfast this morning.

I had to settle for oatmeal, instead.

But it was okay. Really.

Because, would you believe that my sweet Darren went to the trouble of driving to four different places in a valiant attempt to procure those coveted carbohydrates for me?

I'm certain I appreciated his thoughtfulness much more than I possibly could have enjoyed those mashed potatoes.

He may not leave fresh cut roses tucked under the windshield wipers of my car anymore. I'm not likely to find random love notes hidden in my work bag these days. It's been a while since we slow danced in our living room.

But, you know what? It's the little things he does every day, like driving all over town just to satisfy my crazy cravings, that really speak the loudest of the depth of his love for me. It's all I ever need. It's all I'll ever want. Thank you, Darren, for loving me the way you do...

...even when--no, especially when--I'm an absent minded, whim driven, hormonally imbalanced wreck of a wife. I love you!