Here are some things for which I am thankful; I think of it as evidence of love that makes my day sweeter...
This photo shows Gregg having breakfast on our deck.
Every night, before we go to bed, my husband loads the automatic coffeemaker with water, a filter and coffee, so that it will be ready for me in the morning. He could easily leave this to me, as he chooses to buy an Americano on his way to catch the ferry to work in the morning; he doesn't drink the coffee he is preparing for me. When I get up at 6:15 a.m. (he leaves at 4:30), the coffee is fresh and hot in its thermal carafe, waiting for me to enjoy it.
He has started going upstairs to our bath/dressing room in the evenings, and turning the heater on for me, so that the room will be warm when I go up to get ready for bed. Our bathroom is the coldest room in the house; it was supposed to have a built-in heater, but a mistake was made in the building process. The wiring isn't in the appropriate wall, so we have to use a plug-in space heater. Now that the temperatures are dropping, it's not fun getting ready for bed in the "icebox." Gregg does this for my comfort, as he is almost never cold, and it warms more than my bedtime routine; it warms my heart.
This is a man who tells me, "You have enough jewelry already," and who thinks that buying flowers is a waste of money. We have actually stopped buying gifts for one another, for the most part, by mutual agreement. But he shows his love in consideration and tenderness, in ways that are in character for him. He is the same man who used to feel faint at the sight of a blood draw, but who lovingly, bravely and tenderly gave our daughter every one of her necessary 2 to 3 injections each day, for months, because it comforted her to have him do it, and no one else. I love him!