I got him a t-shirt and a small tool kit shaped like a key. He plastered my office with dozens upon dozens of post-it notes (cat motif, of course) with each one telling me something little he loved about me. They were awesome. They mentioned everything from our prime kisses to our dates to the way I sigh and smile at his uncombed hair.
We have settled into a routine. It is the kind of thing that all married couples do, I suppose. We have our own language and hand signals. We play games with each other trying to get the other one to ask, "What?" so the answer can be "I love you!" And like most routines, it evolves with us—TV shows, video games, date night and the like.
However, in the end, love is all about the little things. Our prime kisses to say good morning or good night. Driving together on an errand only one has to do. Choosing to stay in instead of going out because one of us is feeling antisocial. Cleaning up the kitchen when it's the other's turn. Cold toes on warm flesh.
The list could go on but this sort of list of 'the little things,' by its nature, is intimate and individual to the couple involved. It's not something I've experienced until Jeff. The whole world could hate me but it would be OK in the end because Jeff is here and he loves me. I know he does. He tells me in all the little things.
Man, I'm a lucky woman.