True Love, or the Little Things
So what’s everything? Simple: all the little things that really matter. Without the little things, the big things are just empty gestures.
In the wee hours of Friday morning, I had a bout of insomnia and wound up at the computer for an hour. By the time I got back to bed, my feet were freezing. Without a word, and without (I think) even completely waking up, Mr. Sandwich slid his warm feet over to mine. You see, he knows I can’t sleep with cold feet.
Everyone should get to marry someone like Mr. Sandwich.
Happy 6th Anniversary, Sweetheart.