I read aloud the back of a hot pink conditioning mask I had just bought. I was impressed with the catchy phrasing and perfectly placed alliteration, considering it was simply haircare. I briefly daydreamed about writing for the back of shampoo bottles as a career, while concluding the back-package blurb with my own signature flair of intonation.
As if he were getting paid, or a hidden camera recorded a conditioner commercial in our bedroom, my husband replied with glee, “wow, that sounds like the way to go, right there.”
I chuckled aloud, “that is why I love you. I know you have zero interest in me going to deep condition my hair, yet you respond like it’s important.”
“Hey,” he replied, “if it’s important to you, it’s important to me!”
Now, it wasn’t that I was under the illusion that he suddenly cared about the girly things that made me smile, but I did understand that this was simply another example of how much he loved me. It was a little thing, but I’ve discovered that in matters of love, the little things are actually the big things.
The little act of listening with interest at the things that interested me. This small token of respect spoke volumes.
The little signs that he cared, like buying my favorite coffee when I was almost out, or filling up my car with gas when I didn’t even ask. He didn’t have to do these small, insignificant things, but the fact that he did was huge. All the tiny, everyday acts added up to a lot. I never doubted his affections.
It’s nice to hear the words “I love you,” and it’s awesome to get flowers or chocolate. But for me, it’s the way he washes the supper dishes before I get a chance to do it, or how he takes my laundry straight out of the dryer, putting it on hangers to alleviate wrinkles.
Some women like diamonds, but do you want to know the best gift I received lately? In fact, it probably rivals most presents I’ve received!
A nap!
At least once a week, my husband will ensure the perfect environment for me to snooze. He’ll pull back the covers, turn on the sound machine, dim the lights, and corral the children while I sleep. They know to leave Momma alone when naptime comes, and he fields all the really “important” requests for juice or finding a particular show on TV.
This small token is a huge deal to a tired momma!
So, whether it’s sweeping the kitchen, or rapt attention over beauty product descriptions, I never doubt this man’s affections. He doesn’t have to stand outside the bedroom window with a boom box or some other grand, Hollywood gesture. In real love, it’s the little things that are really the big things.

Wow, your husband is a keeper Brie!! You are so right, it’s the little things that make a huge impact! Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Thank you ☺️
You made me smile, Brie. My husband’s been gone for 5 years. To be sure,after 26 yrs, I miss a lot of things but what I remember is getting up to a face that always smiled at me in the morning & said “Hi Sweetie!” And how for the majority of those years. I never made a pot of coffee. He knew I am always in stage of mental paralysis til that 1st cup & he always got up before I did to make the coffee first. Etc etc etc… It was a lot of those little etc etc things that made him special & reminded me know I was seen & treasured.
Thank you so much for sharing!
Amen!!!! I have a husband like that too!! So blessed!! going on 63rd anniversary ! 🙂
Awesome!