I've said it before and I'll say it again, the little things matter.
Tonight, I was at a high school football game taking photos of our paper. My butt buzzed, and I pulled out my phone to read a text from my husband.
"You look cute."
I was just in jeans and a jacket with my hair pulled back, but as he stood on the sidelines — by the way he was looking handsome too — he still thought I looked cute.
I have to say it made my night, just that little statement. Because I knew that the way I feel when I see him far off, that little pitter patter that still wells up within me and the smile that comes on my face when I see my handsome man, I guess he feels like that too.
Then, earlier today, I helped him for like two minutes on a project he was working on in the basement, and he told me he appreciated my help.
It's simple, but those little words make my heart well up.