I crawled out of bed this morning and the smell had filled my bedroom – coffee. Every morning, before anyone else is even thinking about waking up, Adrian gets up to go to work. Just before he walks out the door, he makes a pot of coffee. Adrian doesn’t drink coffee, he just knows how much I like to wake up to a cup. It is his way of saying that he loves me before he leaves for work.
The other day, as soon as Adrian walked into the house after a long day at work, I had to leave to go to a women’s meeting. Adrian handed me the keys to his car – he drives a little BMW, I drive a big Ford Excursion – and told me that his car was all ready. It sure was! His seat was set for me, the gas tank was full, the radio was on my favorite station, and there was a bottle of water in the cup holder. Another way to say that he loves me.
A package came in the mail yesterday, addressed to Adrian. He asked me to open it for him. Inside was a nose ring – the one I’d been looking at on Amazon for weeks. Adrian doesn’t care about such things – nose rings are just a girly accessory to him. He knew that I’d been looking at it, though, and wanted to show me in another way that he loves me.
Last night, I was lying on the couch, feeling very fat and pregnant. Adrian smiled at me, with a twinkle in his eye and said, “I love you, pretty girl.” He does. He loves me. And I see it every day in the little things.