For no particulatr reason today, after a dinner of cereal due to a lunch of french fries, Adam suggested that he would take me to get frozen yogurt if I wanted to go.
Which of course I did. Only a fool would turn down a trip to get frozen yogurt on a random Wednesday night.
I love my husband - only he has the ability to make going to get frozen yogurt - a really simple little routine thing - seem special and romantic.
What I feel like is sometimes missing from this life is an appreciation for little tiny moments like that. In a wordl where we have access to whatever we want pretty much whenever we want, going tog et frozen yogurt is really no big deal. It's not like we couldn't have gone six times today if we wanted to. But the fact that my husband - a practical no-nonsense knda guy at heart - decided on his own that he wanted to talke me out for it, that's what was special.
I guess the point of this story is that in our culture of selfishness and instant gratification, it's sometimes nice to get a little thrill about the simplie things. It's what is special about someone handing you a hanful of daisies picked from the backyard, or a miniature chocolate bar from the office candy jar. It's just the idea that someone besides yourself was thinking about you and what might make you happy. NOw, what is even more imporotant is to remember to return the favor!
Side note: the reason that this post is littlered with typods is because my backspace key is broken and Im' being lazy So now you all know that my exceptionally fast typing skills comes with some serious typo problems. 70% of thoes key sounds when I'm typicng are the backspace key! :-)
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