Love is often about the little things...whether it's the small things you love about a person (their laugh, their kind heart, the fact that they never complain about taking the dog out) or the tiny things that drive you crazy (squeezing the toothpaste from the middle of the tube, not putting the toilet paper on the "right" way, or forgetting to make the bed). *By the way, Josh doesn't do any of those last three things...in fact, I'm the guilty party when it comes to all of them!*
The other day Josh was folding some laundry (yes, I know how lucky I am) and when I looked over he was painstakingly folding all of my shirts just the way I like them (I know, I'm weird, but there's really only one good way to fold a shirt! You know what I mean, folded with the sleeves tucked under and the front of the shirt facing up instead of folding it in half...? Ok, maybe I'm the only one...) I smiled and told him how much I appreciated him taking the time to fold them "my way". He looked up and said, "Isn't that what love is?"
Yes. Yes it is. <3>