So This is Love

DISCLAIMER:   This post is cheesy.  But worth it in my opinon

I realized something the other day.  One morning, Nate was getting up to go to class and I wasn't having the best morning.  I was sick, sleep deprived, and I was feeling really clingy.  Lucky for me, my husband doesn't 100% hate clingy.  While I begged and pleaded for him not to go to class (which...is not a good idea, mind you), he got dressed and ready to leave for class anyway.  As I rolled over to try and go back to sleep, feeling really grumpy, I felt him climb back in bed and snuggle up to me.  "5 minutes" he said, as he kissed my cheek and snuggled closer.  When our five minutes of extra morning cuddles was up, he got back out of bed and left for class.  

That's when the thought occurred to me:  True love is made up of the little things.  

Things like your husband not doing his hair before class to you extra morning cuddles! (As previously posted on Facebook. haha)  And ever since then I've been thinking of all the "little things" that have happened in our short 5 months of marriage.  

So here's a list of the "little things":

True love is your husband driving to come get you after work, because you just don't feel like taking the bus for an hour that day.
True love is your husband coming to eat lunch with you at your work, even if it is only to use the microwave at your office.
True love is your husband doing laundry, and you mowing the lawn, and being totally ok with that.
True love is your husband learning to mow the lawn, because he's never had to do it before.
True love is your husband being better at mowing the lawn than you.
True love is your husband taking you shopping to get rid of your "puppy" anxiety. 
(Long story short: puppy coming home, I was restless.  Solution: SHOPPING)

True love is your husband giving you a kiss when he gets out of bed in the morning, even if you're still sleeping.

True love is your husband doing the dishes because you don't feel like it.
True love is your husband going to fill water bottles at the school because your tap water is gross.

True love is your husband killing bugs all over your apartment because A- you don't want to and B- they are gross.

True love is your husband making dinner with you.
True love is your husband making you pancakes just because.
True love is your husband making bacon with 5/7 meals during the week, and being enthusiastic about it. 
True love is your husband not judging you, if all you want to eat is mashed potatoes for dinner.
True love is your husband finding another solution for a healthier dinner that also involves mashed potatoes.
True love is your husband making cinnamon rolls with you again even though it's hard, time consuming, and the both of you secretly don't really want to.
 True love is your husband playing "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with you when you can't remember whose day it is to pray. (Loser prays)
True love is your husband saying the prayer anyways, even though he won fair and square.

True love is your husband not getting sick of your endless Disney knowledge.
True love is your husband actually being impressed that you know all the lyrics to most Disney songs.

True love is your husband not getting sick of you randomly breaking into song, whether your singing voice sounds good or not that day.
True love is your husband listening to you sing "Truly Scrumptious" as a love song to him.
True love is your husband admitting he hates the word "scrumptious" even after you just sang it like 10 times.
True love is your husband saying he likes your singing anyways.

True love is your husband being better at quoting movies than you.
True love is your husband watching Dr. Who reruns on Netflix because you want to.
True love is your husband judging couples on the Amazing Race with you and deciding who to root for. (Or against.)

I know it seems like a lot.  But I'm sure there are THOUSANDS of "little things" I'm not noticing.  So while Nathan continues to drive in the fast lane, I'll just sit in the passenger seat and notice as many "little things" as possible.