He always, and I mean always nicely hangs up his work clothes right as he takes them off, but never remembers about socks.
He will wake up at midnight to check, just one more time, about almost anything that my mind conjures up to worry about.
He knows my quirks, like how when it's hot I still like to sleep with something over my torso and arms, but please you might kill me if you try to cover my feet.
It has me thinking about being married and how it is of course about a flow of abiding love. It is about a commitment that we have for each other. It is about all the really deep and huge things in life.
But.
It is also about the million tiny things. About finding them and being able to laugh at their ridiculousness and love each other for them.
I love my husband's crazy collection of snap shirts. And how even though he's decided that he doesn't like strawberry milk anymore, he will still take a swig from Charlotte's just to be sure.
Oh, and he sleeps just about anywhere. Man I find that funny. Last night he said he thinks he shouldn't be as tired as he is. Sounds crazy to me that he would think that someone doing all he's doing wouldn't be tired.
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He better teach the sleeping trick to Nate quick! Several speakers at Nate's vet "white coat" talked about 14 hour study days - Jenny wasn't too happy to hear that. On the other hand, the speakers also said that from now on they are never in completion with each other so they should help each other succeed. That's a bit different from med school-
You are so right that it's so often the million little things that make you smile that bind you together.
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