This is love:
We pulled into the driveway last night, and when I got out I stepped on a snail. This is something I've managed to avoid doing since I moved here nearly 5 years ago, and the very thought of it as always grossed me out to the point of nausea. We didn't have snails in Illinois, but here, especially when it rains, they're everywhere. So I got all grossed out and whiny, and I was still fending off the involuntary shudders while cleaning the kitchen ten minutes later when Dan went outside for a minute. When he came back in I asked where he'd gone, and he said he moved the car. Puzzled, I asked why, and he said, "So you don't have to see the snail next time you go out."
How sweet is that? Those of you who are still searching for the love of your life, let me tell you, it's these little gestures that count. Anyone can plan big romantic dinners or elaborate dates, but when someone picks up on the little things you say and do, and then spontaneously does something about them to try to make you happy, you know you've found someone who's real quality. Dan is the King of Little Gestures That Speak Volumes. I'm so lucky.
And so we come to the end of the blog…
11 months ago