Simple things

Sometimes the best things are the simplest. And one day I will train my husband and or children to make coffee in the morning out of the kindness of their hearts.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, all I asked for was dinner and some help cleaning up the house. It would have been the best Valentine's ever except the male brain interpreted it as roses, diamond chip earrings, and chocolate. Although I was grateful, it wasn't what I wanted. This was in college and a very long time before my wonderful husband came along.
It's the simplest gestures. Like coffee and eggs. Vacuuming, taking care of the car (car wash and vacuum just cause) or any given chore without being asked.  And all the other things that make you feel taken care of and loved. A friend said once he walked in and saw his dad mopping the kitchen floor. When asked why he was mopping the floor the dad said some times you just mop the floor.
There is always hope...for if there wasn't I'd be a crazed delusional woman.

Perfect husband

I've always wanted someone to dance with barefoot in the kitchen at night.